Bloody Kisses: Sterile Torture

Preface

Arah blinked slowly, trying to focus his eyes against the tears that just wouldn't stop falling. The ringing in his ears made it hard to hear, but a voice was shouting at him.

"Oh god, no! No, no, no! It was an accident! Please, no!"

His fuzzy mind cleared enough to register, and enough to feel the pain again. He convulsed slightly, only to be greeted with the feeling of another warm gush dripping down his side.

"Sure, an accident. That's what you'd have me believe. Just like all those other accidents before."

He could barely hear his own thoughts, but he was almost stunned by the amount of sarcasm dripping through them. He thought he might be a little less cynical near death.

"Arah! Arah, can you hear me?! I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry! Forgive me!"

"Are you really? Didn't you mean for this to happen? You aren't sorry. You've never really been sorry. I saw you smiling..."

Another flash of pain spiked through him as the person inspected his wounds. Ugh, more blood. He wondered if it was normal to bleed this much. He could taste it, feel the warmth leaking out of him, even hear it rattling in his chest. He coughed slightly, trying to get it out of his throat. He could barely breathe through it. It was all so tiring.

"Arah! No, don't you dare close your eyes! Just hold on a little longer! Help is coming, please! I can't lose you!"

"Right. Where else will you find someone to beat on like me? Don't tell me you didn't want this. You did this to me, you wanted to hurt me. I saw you smiling when you pushed me."

His mind felt glossy and numb, he didn't want to think any more. He had fallen so far. Was this the end? He guessed that it was fitting, but it still hurt to believe it.

"Just keep your eyes open! Look at me, just look at me! Keep breathing! Don't leave me!"

"Look at me, don't leave me, forgive me. You really only think about yourself."

He yelped and his back arched painfully. The glossiness receded, bitten back by the stabbing pain. Was there still glass in his side? No, it wouldn't move on its own. The gash stretched and tore slightly, something forcing it apart. Hands. He was still hurting Arah, even as he bled out on the floor.

"God, no, make the hurt stop. Take this hurt away from me. I don't want this, please, make it stop. Let me die. Let me die, he's pulling me apart."

A soft tinkling noise interrupted him. Plink. Plink. Clink. Clink. Clink. Glass? Again? He cringed away from the sound and feeling.

"I know, I know it hurts, but I have to get the glass out. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm-- I-- I--"

The glass sound didn't stop, but another noise was louder. It started quiet, growing louder and more adamant every few seconds. He knew it was coming from the person hovering over him, but he could distinguish it well. Was it sobbing or laughing?

"So it was really all a lie then? Every 'I love you'? All the times I felt needed? What a mean joke."

The confusing sound fell away as the glossy feeling returned and he was thankfully enveloped in the warm, numb darkness.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading! Please remember that I'm a new writer, so constructive criticism and suggestions are both appreciated, as well as corrections! Also, if there are any triggers that need tagged eventually (or even now), please alert me and I'll attempt to amend this. Thanks, love you!~ 💙

(Aaaaaaaah, why am I so nervous to publish this?! ;~;)