My Place- Randall Carpio Love Story

Deja Vu

Remi's hand extended out over her head as she laid face down on a hard surface. Her cheek smashed against something cold and lifeless while her hand laid overtop something warm and lively.

She groaned as light flitted through her eyelids and pulled her from her peaceful exhaustion. She opened her eyes and lifted her head off of the ground. She smacked her lips and tasted something acidic on them that made her stomach turn. Her lips puckered in disgust as she pulled her hands towards her to push herself up.

"Where am I?" A voice, not of her, strained as they picked themself up from the floor.

Remi looked at whoever spoke, and noticed a startling lack of clothes over herself. "Oh God, why am I naked?" She sat up quickly and threw her bloody arms over her chest as she looked around for something to cover herself with.

Randall, the boy who poured his drink on her, sat up beside her and rubbed the butt of his palm against his forehead. His exposed chest was covered in blood, and there was a distinct bloody handprint along his sternum that fit the exact mold of her hand.

Her eyes widened as she quickly turned away from him before he noticed they had fallen asleep cuddling.

"Why am I covered in blood?" One of the others asked.

Remi stood and grabbed a blue and yellow knitted blanket from a single chair. She wrapped it around herself twice to make sure the large holes in the stitching didn't show anything of hers. She pinched it against her body with her arms and looked down to see it barely fell to her knees. Below it were feet covered in dirt that traveled up her calves and petered off before it reached the underside of her knees.

"This can't be blood."

Remi looked over to see the black-haired girl from last night pull herself up from behind the couch. Her makeup smeared around her eyes and blood stained the skin around her mouth.

The sight of her made Remi lift a bloody hand to her own face. She rubbed at her chin, but whatever was on her glued when it dried.

Randall licked the back of his hand, then quickly puckered his face. "Oh yeah, that's blood." His face repulsed as he looked from Remi's bloody face to the TA who walked naked between them. "Does anyone remember anything?"

Remi noticed the dazed, almost traumatized look in his eyes as he walked past her. "Only up until that weird meeting, and then it all goes blank." He told them.

Remi nodded as she had a similiar recollection. "I remember... a ringing," Her eyebrows pinched as she looked from him back to Randall. "After the ringing... it all kind of just faded out." She lifted her bare, blood splattered shoulders.

"I think we did something terrible," The girl confessed as she wrapped a gray blanket around her front to keep her decent. "And not the fun kind of terrible."

"I just hope we didn't hurt anyone." The blond prayed.

"Look at us," Remi motioned to her face, then to Randall and the others. "This amount of blood? Wherever it came from- that person or thing is no longer alive."

"She's right," Randall agreed with her. Remi gave him a startled look at his easy agreeance. Her eyes fluttered down the front of his chiseled chest and stopped just shy over his waistline. What laid below it was in her peripheral but she didn't dare look head on. "If a person loses around 2,000 ml of blood they'll die. This..." He looked at each of them closely. "Looks to be around that."

Remi gulped at the horrifying thought that she killed someone. To distract herself she turned and grabbed a pillow from the couch, then she turned to toss it at Randall.