Reality

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The colour fades into the room. I come to terms with the blinding reality that is my bedroom. She looks up at me from my chest and speaks but I don't hear anything. Everything's silent. I put a hand against her cheek and she holds it there. I look around. It's horrific. Dirty hand prints cover the walls. A mess crawls along the floor. I move my foot further onto the bed. The grumbling monster can't get me any more. The bed is pure in like the room. She glows and the dirt and gore shrieks and retreats. Her eyes stare at me. She's worrying. Her grip tightens on my wrist. She speaks again. This time it breaks through the barrier into my ears.

'Gorgeuos?'

Tears well up in my eyes and slip down my cheek. She wipes them from my eyes and holds me. She's persuading me. She knows what I'm thinking. I cant hear her yet I know what she's saying it. I'm muttering the words in my head over and over. She tightened the hold and I returned the embrace. She grips the back of my shirt and cries into my chest. I run my hands through her hands. My chest pulsates and booms through my head. The same words. Repeated again and again.

'It's going to be okay'

'I'm here for you gorgeuos'

She repeated the words over and over in my head as she cried. I stared down at her face as she sat up from me and broke our embrace. She wiped her face. I sat up and she pushed me back down. She stops talking. She looks at me. I look down at the sheets and I clench then in my fists. The filth creeps in on us. Slowly. Painfully. It covers me as she watches. She gets up and leaves the room. The room flicks back to colourless. Black and white. No more pain. No more happiness. The door breaks back open and she walks over, climbs on the bed and rests next to me. I put my hand on her shoulder.

'Stop'

She turns at me and pulls my hand off her. She stares at me for a second before turning around. Tears well up again. The colour rushes in. The filth covers me and devours me into its cavernous hatred. Her pureness stays. She gets next to me but I'm frozen. I can't do anything. I'm gone to her.

Goodnight.

My Sweetheart.

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