How To Drown a Cat

Prompt #1

- - - This is based purely off a prompt chosen for me by a friend. The prompt was this sentence: "I'm not going to leave you." - - -

"I'm not going to leave you." She hugs me tighter, still holding my hands away from each other. "Not now. Not in the near future, even."

"Fucking let go!" I fight to pull away, tears streaming down my face. "Let me go!"

"No." She pulled me closer, wrapping my arms around me, holding me closer to her. I could hear her heartbeat if I was quiet enough.

I sniffed, trying to wipe my eyes on my shoulders. "Why can't you just let me..."

"Let you what? Let you be alone? Now?" She let out a bitter laugh. "I have no intentions of letting you go through this alone. Not again."

"Fuck you," I growled. "Can you at least let go of me?"

She looked mildly surprised. "Only if your promise not to run off."

I laughed. "Where would I go? Everything I have is here." I attempted to gesture at the girl hugging me, but with my arms trapped, all I could manage was a brief muscle spasm.

"Okay. But give me the thing."

"What thing?" I tried to look innocent.

"You know what I'm talking about."

When I didn't say anything, she tightened her grip on me. "We went into this relationship with an agreement. We were going to be there for each other. We were going to support each other. We were going to kick our bad habits to the curb." She gave me an annoyed look that I felt on the back of my head, even if I couldn't see it. "You're not keeping your end of the deal."

"Fine," I choked out, letting out a strangled sob as she released me.

As soon as she let go, I rubbed at my wrists, trying to get the circulation back into them. She looked at me expectantly. With a heavy sigh, I handed it over, a piece of glass that sparkled in the dim light.

"Thank you." She smiled charmingly, taking the glass and tucking it in her pocket. I winced.

I looked around silently, at the mess that was my room. Clothes were scattered on the floor, with loose papers and pencils everywhere. Random candy wrappers were speckled through the chaos. Everything even felt chaotic.

My eyes finally settle on her. She was a steady spot, the only peace midst the confusion of messiness. Sitting on the floor, with her dark hair swept to the side impatiently, the colour of her eyes barely discernible in the lowlight, she represented all that was right in the world.

Our eyes met, and everything around us fell silent. Even the background noise that was normally at the edge of my hearing faded away. The universe seemed to pause.

Her watch beeped, and everything sped up. All at once, she stood up and looked around, blinking as if she was confused.

"I have to go. I can't be out too late," she said briskly.

She gathered up her things, pausing as she pulled on her purse. "Fucking call me, you dickwad."

She gave me a light kiss on the forehead before jumping out of my open window and into the night.