Blood Flowers

Strange Day(Scraped)

(This story will be rewritten soon in 3rd person POV with modifications and changes. Yes I understand it may suck but I'll get to fixing it soon. You will see lots more of Brad and Danny.
Beware of typos..)

I locked the bathroom stall as I trembled. I hesitated with the lock. She stared, her eyes wide. I never kissed anyone in the mouth before. It felt unbearable to see her motion towards me. Her eyes locked into mine. She put her hand behind my head. Her salty lips touched mine. I hesitated. I wondered if this was enough for my friends to forget about me being a faggot. Walking into a bathroom stall with a girl seemed believable enough.
She swiped her tongue against my lips smudging my black lipstick. Was this normal? She slipped her tongue into my mouth I flinched. Was she kissing me? Eventually, my tongue twisted and locked with hers. She had lashes like butterflies. Her lips were small yet luscious. Her eyes were a bright gray. She wore red lipstick outlined in black. She had thick black eyeliner wings around her eyes. She wore silk ribbon tied around her neck. Her dress was draped at the sleeves it was crushed red velvet. Her black hair was in a messy bun with hairs sticking out everywhere. She was beautiful unlike me. I had a round face that was shapeless. My nose was fat and big. I had crusty and dry big lips. Hers were soft and delicate.
Why did she continue with me all I wanted was a kiss. A part of me liked it another part wondered why. Why was I so horny even if I never really felt that way. Eventually, she was stripping me naked. I was trembling unrealistically as she revealed my hairy chest. But all I could think about was my damn thighs. I wanted her to stop yet I let her continue. My thighs ached as she pushed against them. Blood dripped from fresh wounds. All this made my head whirl. I couldn't think straight or logically. I wanted to disappear but still wanted to be with her. Next came her unzipping my PVC skirt. I sucked at my thumb. My head ached. I trembled. I was hesitant. What if she ran and told everyone what I did to myself.
Sweat cascaded down my forehead. As she unzipped slowly my face got hot and red like fire. Yet I didn't want to be a coward. She continued and pulled my stockings off. Behold my shame I thought. All I could say was "I'm sorry-" meekly. To my shock, she said "It's alright!" This made me find her spirituality beautiful. Yet I twitched when she laid her tongue on my thigh. She licked at an open fresh cut. She was licking at my blood! Didn't she know you could get diseases from that! Yet I found the gesture beautiful. Even if it was nasty. Yet my thighs still ached. She showed acceptance toward my sickest whim.
My body reacted to her. It all felt alien to me. I wanted to cry. I could hear footsteps approaching I tensed. They said things about her that hurt me and made my heart scream. I saw Brad's face looking under the stall I gulped. His greasy hair tickled the floor. He saw me in my boxers my gruesome thighs. Red and swollen while Ophelia licked. My whole body ached with embarrassment and shame. Yet Ophelia hadn't shown a sign of shame. She continued.
Out of everyone it had to be Brad he was the one that first pronounced me a faggot. I liked Brad even if he treated me like shit most of the time. He had dirty blonde hair it was always greasy, tangled, and had split ends. His hair was a little over shoulder length. He had pale blue eyes that could haunt you. His nose was long and crooked. His lips were a pale pink that almost blended into his pale skin. Brads face was always glittering with grease. His eyes had always looked sad without effort. His eyebrows were thin and almost invisible. He always wore either an Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath shirt with baggy ripped up jeans. If he was feeling brave he would paint his nails blue but they were always chipped and dirty.
I didn't mind his lack of hygiene at all. I liked that about him. He even has some redeeming qualities. But around the gang, he was as egotistical and malicious as the others. I invited him over last week. I even attempted to cook for him. Even if it was just macaroni and cheese.
He seemed fine at first until tried I to kiss him. We were happy for a few moments I savored. I even put up with watching trashy Sci-Fi movies from the 70s with him. He even almost held my hand but jerked away as I leaned his head on my shoulder. Of course, I have forgotten about the fact that he was refusing me. So I attempted to shove my lips between his. He flung me across the room. " IM NO ASS FUCKING FAGGOT!" he screamed at me. As his eyes narrowed. I had started to sob. He had stormed out the front door.
As for being looked under the stall he stared at me and blushed. His face turned red like mine. It reminded me of a month ago. He was wasted and decided to stay at my house to avoid his parents. He was sweet to me. He let me stroke his greasy untamed hair. He even let me nibble at him playfully and tickle him. He had confronted me. He took care of me for one day. These thoughts were always savored by me. I loved Brad even if he was of the same gender and despised me.
Slowly I even started to despise Brad myself. My hatred for Brad was undeniable. It was a burning inferno that could never be stopped. It grew by seconds. Yet I still wanted to cry. They all mocked me as I moaned when Ophelia kissed me. Even Brad. I desperately wanted to hide with a wasted Brad and speak about nonsense. Yet I didn't want my lips to leave her mouth. She sweetly smelled of roses and violets. In a rage of fear and anger, I had managed to tear her dress off. As I did this she wasn't ashamed. They had all hollered over her chest being flat. Especially Brad trying to take his mind off of me.
As she ripped off her bra I stared at her nipples and lack breasts. I was curious. I wondered if you could like both genders I didn't care about what was in between a person's legs. Her body aroused me. Her body was perfectly soft and clear, unlike my disgusting freckled body. I wanted her perfection desperately. The way her hand stroked my body made me feel like her equal. Yet I was angry and terrified of everything around me. I only found solace in Ophelia.
My mind raced as I had thrown my boxers off as she pulled her lacey pastel pink panties down. I pulled her between my legs without doubt. I forgot what bits of conversion we had. I had pinned her down to the cold marble floor. I drowned out all sound. Besides our screams of pleasure. I had kissed at her neck that smelled of sweet violets and roses.
I drowned into a field of sweetness. Where no one could see me. All I smelled was violets and roses. Violets and roses danced in the wind to a new forbidden song. Flowers caressed me everywhere I ventured. My body was tensed into tenderness. Raturing parts of my soul that were untouched. I yearned for more of this sensation. Tender strokes of affection and devotion.
I awoke to her delicate body staring at me with temptation. I shivered as If I had a fever. I felt like she hated me for what I did. But she smiled back at me. Yet my nails dug into my scalp as I scratched my head. My knees tensed. I tried to avoid eye contact but I couldn't help it. I threw my trench coat at her to at least stop the torture. I never thought I would feel that way.
Eventually, she got dressed I feared for what that meant. Was she going to abandon me forever? Never speak a word to me having to see me naked and touching me? My eyes watered and widened. She was leaving... Her hand reached for the lock and her footsteps echoed. "OPHELIA!" I screamed in sheer distress. My legs ached with pain. My heart sank into my chest. Tears trickled out of my eyes. Didn't she love me! I thought. What was love? Was it this sheer act of intimacy or more?
I slipped into my clothes and laced up my red suede Doc Martens. I ran out. Tears invading my face. "FUCK!" she said in a torrent of wrathful screams. Did she really want to get rid of me that much? Did she feel ashamed that my friends saw her naked? Or that I undressed her and did it with her? Did she want to pull all the hair out of my scalp? I shuddered. Blood was streaming out of her eyes like the Virgin Mary. So was no Virgin Mary alrighty! Did she need a doctor? Did she have some sort of condition? I wanted to scream louder than deaths call. The blood had stained her face as it ran down into her neck and dress.
Her hand had motioned toward my face without mercy. Next thing I knew my face ached the with a mark of her hand. It felt like she smacked the freckles off of my face. I wish! I wanted to vomit as my tears and snot reached my mouth. My sobs had sounded like I was getting murdered or watching someone die. After slapping me see forced a sweet smile. Her front canines were more like fangs to me. She was like the dog you never wanted to see with its mouth wide open. She said a few kind words to me as she ran off almost disappearing.
I didn't fully hate her. She made me believe that I was perfect at least for an awhile. But I longed to speak to her. Ask her why she trusted a stranger. Why she went along with me. Why did she cry blood? Why was she so beautiful? Why did she lick at my scars and cuts practically my blood? Why were her teeth so sharp? This all frightened me. It had me altogether more perplexed.
I got home at two in the morning lucky for me my parents were on a business trip. I looked in the mirror of my bedroom. My hair was matted and displaced. My eyes were red and puffy. My black lipstick was nowhere to be found on my lips. Red lipstick had stained my neck and face. I sniffed at myself I smelled like her violets and roses. My eyeliner wasn't even on my eyes anymore it decorated my cheeks. My face was greasy with tears and sweat.
I wanted to wash off any residue of what I did. Whatever that could be...I slid into the shower. I let the hot water pour down my spine. I didn't want to see my body. But I was attached to it or else I would be a floating head. I stared down at my thighs. I scrubbed almost until they bleed. I didn't want a trace of evidence on me especially her saliva. I thought of how clean and plump Ophelia's thighs were unlike mine. Hers was soft like velvet while mine were coarse and jagged. Her whole body was like velvet.
Yet she was a damn stranger. Why did I proceed to fuck her? I didn't know her. She could have diseases for all I know. I could've gotten her pregnant! Yet I didn't want to forget her. I felt like I could vomit my guilt if I could. My head whirled. I felt like the marble shower floor was spinning. Slowly the water had transformed into a light pinkish red as I scrubbed my thighs. Blood oozed out like a waterfall out of my fresher cuts. Scabs had been torn by the vicious sponge. Yet there was a strange comfort when I thought about Ophelia.
The phone rang in the kitchen. It buzzed like the guilt in my mind. "Hello?". I was about ready to slam the phone back but. Sniffles and sobbs came from the phone. The same routine continued. Hang up then call again. My hand shaked as I grabbed at the phone for the last time. I sucked at my thumb waiting for an answer. "I'm fuckin' sorry..." Brad said as his voice trailed off into a torrent of sobs. "I'm fine." I said. The most wondrous lie of all. It was like saying you were fine as you got your leg swallowed by a bear trap sinking metal into your skin. Blood rushing with lies.