Another fight, but not like the others. It's more rough and aggressive. She pulls me back by my collar, but manage to pull away. Then she tugs at my arm, pulling me back, urging me to look at her. But I can't. I can't face her. I know when I look back she'll have tears staining her beautiful face. I won't be able to stand it. I'm such a coward.
Her attempts to stop me all fail. No matter how many times she tries to stop me, I still manage to reach the basement. I thrust the door open, shoving myself down the stairs before she gets closet.
"Kyle," I can hear the hurt in her voice and even though I don't look at her, I know there are tears following her words. "Kyle, please, come back up here!"
"Lillian stay away, please. I need to be alone!" I yell up the stairs to her. She knows this is where I go to recollect myself. Where I go before it happens.
I her footsteps coming down the stairs. "Lillian, no, please stay up there! I don't want you hurt."
She reaches the bottom and walks slowly to me. "Kyle, I know you won't hurt me. You've never done it before."
"That's because I'm always down here when it happens!" I practically spit out the words. I back away whenever she gets closer to me.
"Kyle I just wanna help..." She says calmly.
How can she be calm during this? We just had a fight and I'm on the verge of becoming it, and she's calm? What the hell!? "Lill, you can't help!" I yell. Then everything goes black.
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I open my eyes when I hear the scream. Her scream. I look down to see Lillian on the floor beat and bloody. She clutches her arm that has a rip in it the length of a ruler. Blood pours from it. I look up to her face. It's just as bloody as her arm, the only difference is that her left cheek is purple and blue. Lill looks up at me, her eyes struck with fear...and...sympathy? She's pitying me? But...but, I did this to her!
I drop to my knees. I did this to her. Oh God, what have I done! I clench my hands that were already in fists. Blood pours down the side of my hand and onto the floor. Then I notice it, the shard of glass in my hand and the broken mirror at my side.
"I-" I start, but I don't know how to finish. "I'm sorry" sounds too soft, it doesn't compare to what I've done. There's no way I can apologize. "I'm a monster."
I tears burst out in waves, swift and strong. Lillian crawls to me and folds me into her arms. Squeezing me tightly. The shard of bloody glass falls from my hand and I wrap my arms around her waist. "No you're not, you're an angel." She says. What a lie. I'm no angel.
She squeezes tighter; pressing my forehead to her bosoms. More tears run down my face and make puddles on her blue-died-red shirt.
"You need to leave me," I say more as a command rather than a suggestion.
"No." She refuses. Why is she refusing!?
"Leave me, please!" I beg.
"No."
"Lilly please!"
"No."
"Why are you refusing!?" I yell. I grip her shirt, still hugging her at the waist.
"Because, I know that wasn't you. You wouldn't say those things to me. You wouldn't do that to me! Even if you were drunk!" She states. There's a pause before either of us say anything.
"But that was a part of me..." I trail off. It's true, that part of me is my hatred. My hatred towards everything. It's vile and disturbing. It leaves a terrible taste in my mouth.
"Not true, Ky, no matter what you say I'm staying," she states. So stubborn. Why don't you leave? I don't want you hurt.
"Why," I demand, but it was too soft, almost whisper-like.
"Because I love you," she pauses. She loves me? "Because I know everything will be okay."
I feel her hot tears on my neck. They hurt me just as they hurt her. I pull away and grab her hands. We're both on our knees. Then we both look at each other.
I stare into her eyes and say. "It'll never be okay. I hurt you. "
She doesn't say anything. She just looks at me, eyes still filled with sympathy. We just stare at each other for a good long minute, then she does it, Lill kisses me. And I kiss her back, making me feel warm inside. Making it leave and letting her love fill in.
Lillian pulls away and places a blood stained hand on my cheek. "It'll be okay."
THE END.
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"It's Okay"
Short StoryThis is a short story book filled with old and new short stories of mine. Most may be a bit depressing and some may be gleeful. Hope you enjoy!