A Match In Hell

The Movie

Alchemy laid on the couch, cuddling with the teddy bear her father had given her when she had her appendix out at age nine.

She had turned on the television, but since nothing was on, she raided her small collection of DVDs and popped in her favorite and settled down to watch.

The door to the apartment door slammed open and Harry angrily marched in, pausing only to pull a bottle of whiskey out of a cabinet in the kitchen. He clomped into the living room and looked over at Alchemy, who was watching him intently. “Problem?” He sneered. He wasn’t in the mood for fighting with this bitch.

“You look angry,” She mumbled, turning her attention back to the movie.

“No shit,” Harry barked back, stomping towards his room.

“Whatever, just shut up and let me watch my god damn movie,” Alchemy hissed.

There was complete silence for about five minutes. 

Then Alchemy heard things breaking.

She bolted off the couch and ran to Harry’s room, knocking on the door.

She heard him crying and jimmied the door open, worry evident on her face as she looked down on the floor, seeing the shirtless older boy crumpled in a bloody, sobbing mess surrounded by glass and broken picture frames.

“Harry!” She rolled him onto his back searching for the leaking body part.

She found it.

His cheeks.

His hands.

His shoulders.

His wrists.

“Oh, Harry,” She muttered, running off to grab something to stop the bleeding.

She returned to him no less than a minute later, pressing an old t-shirt of hers onto his face and wiping off the blood, then his shoulders. She looked down at his wrists and was able to stop the bleeding there as well. She ran to go get a wet towel to wash him off and dress his wounds.

Five minutes later the pair were seated on the couch in a rather awkward silence.

“You should have just let me bleed to death,” Harry muttered.

Alchemy scoffed, “Trust me, I wanted to. But I don’t need to get blamed for your murder,” She reached over his lap for the remote on the coffee table and resumed watching her movie.

“Wait,” Harry said looking at the screen, “Is this…”

Alchemy nodded, “Love Actually…Yup…”

Harry’s body seemed to relax and he rested his elbow on the arm of the couch, and rested his head on his hand, “Oh…Alright,” He mumbled, pointing his attention back to the movie.

Alchemy snuggled down under the blanket she had pulled from her room and continued to cuddle with her teddy bear and slowly drifted off to sleep, unaware that she was using Harry’s freshly bandaged shoulder as a pillow.