twist of time (18+)

Twenty-five

It was wet. The water poured, rained over my nude body. It felt so good. It cleansed me, washed my errors, guilt, and regrets. It just somehow, somewhat, it never enough, so I let them for a while. It felt nice sitting here and saw the water wash your sin away. 

I didn't notice how long I sat there naked. I didn't even felt the time ticking, or even wonder how I freed myself from the handcuff, or even what was the warmness that seemed to trickle out from my body, or what the knife for on the floor.

Somewhere up in the cloud, I vaguely felt some pain, yet oddly the pain was supposed to be there, the pain felt relieving, liberating.

"MAY!" Blake's voice felt yelling from afar.  "Wake up!" He shook my shoulder.  "Wake up!" He pinched my cheek.  Then I feel a bit of a slap, and I opened my eyes a bit and saw his worried face.

What?

"Wake up!" Water dripped from his hair, his T-shirt clung to his skin, but he kept shaking me.  "MAY!" He pulled my hand, but I felt my head empty and stupid, without the slightest idea what he wants me to do.

"No," I said. It was cozy here. I didn't want to get up. 

"GET UP IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!" He yelled, angry this time.

Do I want to?

Is this life still worth to live for?

Everything passed for me.

Everything is too late for me.

My future ruined.

I stared him emptily.

"YOU STILL WANT TO LIVE RIGHT?!" He yelled to my ear. "LIVE YOU GODDAMN STUPID GIRL!"

Hoarsely, he held a sob. "At least, live for me!" He said. "GOD DAMN IT!"He hit the shower wall beside me and I can feel my body flew as he lifted my body and wrapped me in a big towel.

Vaguely, I saw the white shower tile turned to red and a patch of red growing on the white towel. My body shook as it leaves the water.

"Come to me May!" He begged as his finger cleared my bangs from my face. "May please, get up!" Choking, he cupped my face with his wet palm, and his finger trembled, his eyes flickered.

"I ..." Confused with his panic, I couldn't answer long. But he hugged me as I answered.

I lived...

Somehow that realization didn't bring any joy. In a hazy cloud, Blake ran around and something stung me on my wrist as Blake dab it with something. I opened my eyes a bit wider, and I realized he just closed my wounds. Sweater flew in and I wrapped with the warmest cloth that I have. Lying down, I saw he brought something to my mouth, and warmness seeped in.

"You seemed better. Now, rest" He said, smiled in relief.

I have no choice than to close my eyes.