THUD

chapter 4

Suddenly, there was silence. Loud silence that filled the room.

You were not shouting anymore. You were not hitting nor dragging. You were frozen.

I didn't get it. I couldn't process it. Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you moving?

What just happened? Wh what?

I stared at you at laying there on the floor and I waited for you to get up and flash me with that charming smile you used to have before stuff got messy. I waited for you to laugh at my horror and tell me that u were just trying to scare me, that this was a prank.

But you didn't. No instead a pool of red started to form around your head like a pillow, a pillow that was steadily expanding.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't even wrap my head around what was happening.

I slowly kneeled next to you and my hands instinctively cupped your cheeks, the way I used to before... They didn't feel the way they used to feel underneath my fingers though. They used to be so soft and warm but you haven't shaved in days and the love that warmed up your face-or my fingers was gone.

I called your name, I squeezed your face and called your name. I wanted you to wake up, to open your eyes and look at me.

I tried to shake your shoulders. I grabbed the fabric of your shirt with both my hands and I shook you, I shook you violently all the while calling out your name. I waited for you to respond, I waited for you to get up.

But you didn't.

And when my voice annoyed my own ears, reality started to hit me and I started to realize how pointless shaking you and screaming was, I sat back on the floor with my back resting on the couch, hugged my knees and watched the blood pillow expand.

I had to do something. No I can't just leave you to bleed like that. No. no.

I needed to call help.

The puddle of blood was now almost 2 tiles wide.

It was so hard so get up, it was like suddenly my limbs shut off and decided to punish me for hurting you. I couldn't get up. My legs felt like jello and I could barely feel my arms. My phone was still in the bedroom and the journey there was going to be hell, I knew that for a fact. But I couldn't just give up.

The puddle of blood was about to reach tile three.

Slowly, I grabbed on to the couch behind me and tried to muster what little energy I had left to lift myself off of the ground but as soon as I would start to hover my arms would turn to jello and I would collide with the floor again. It took around 4 tries until I managed to stand up.

Three and a half tiles.

The world around me spun and it was like I was on a horrifying merry go round that was broken and stuck in motion. It wouldn't stop.

Almost four tiles.

The silence was so loud.

Four tiles.

you hurt him.

no no I didn't mean to I- he was hurting me.

he hurt me so bad.

You hurt him really bad June.

I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I didn't want to hurt him.

Oh but you did.

"SHH," I screamed like a crazy woman to myself, "shhhhh I'm going to fix this. He is going to be okay. Just get to the phone June, the phone June."

It was like learning to walk all over again. I had to put in so much effort to make my legs move, one in front of the other, step after step.

It's too late.

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