MAD MARY

💀 CHAPTER FIFTEEN | AWAKENED CRAZE

“Blood, bones, fire on bridges…stay, stay! This isn’t happening! Shit! Shit! Shit! Not again…Not again…No…No…I thought I was fine…” Mary Angela chanted between an outpour of tears.

She took a look at her hands. They gripped a log as tightly as they could.

Mary threw the log away and stared at her palms. Every line on her once clean palms was traced in grains of sand and dirt.

She took a look at the human in front of her. The human remained still, eyes closed, head bruised.

While Mary’s eyes danced with the red painted on the head of the unconscious being, her hands pulled on her hair. She stretched it as though she wanted every strand of beautiful black as far from her scalp as possible.

Mary bit her lips. They were scarred and began to bleed by scratches and swells.
She knelt beside the unconscious human and placed her palms on his face.

“No…No…I’m sorry. I’m sorry…Please don’t…Please wake up…I’m so sorry.” Mary pleaded with the human.

After a few more minutes of wailing, Mary heard the human cough.

“Damn! Shit! That hurts…It hurts like hell…Fuck…” George muttered while he tried to sit up. His ears felt heavy and his head felt like it was punctured by nails.

The tears on Mary’s eyes increased and drops became a little flood that wet her nose and lips. She had never felt so relieved.

Like a toddler would at the sight of a missing parent, Mary jumped on George and hugged him.

George blushed.

His skin became hot and he feared the pretty red cheeks of being in love would show like stars on a clear night sky.

George felt Mary’s skin brush up against his by every inch.

Her breasts were pressed against his chest but his thoughts were far from that of a pervert. Sure, a man would not ignore such but it was beyond a feeling related to sex.

It felt as though his heart was covered by another blanket besides a rib cage and skin. His chest felt warmth and so did every other part of him. It felt nice.

George let his head sink on Mary’s shoulders while his cheeks were brushed by her dark hair as it played with the wind.

He wanted her to stay still. He wanted that simple hug to last forever. It was a pipe dream but more than anything, he wished it true.

George’s dream ended after a few seconds of dwelling in his mind-made paradise.

Mary pulled away from him but kept both her hands on his shoulders.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I…I…I’m a little dizzy and shocked…but I’ll be fine.” George answered with a sheepish smile.

“Are you sure? Your head…it looks pretty bad.”

“I’m fine Mary, I promise. Does it hurt? Yeah, it fucking stings but hey, I’m not dead. I guess this was payback for the little axe fun I had a while ago. A bruised head for a wounded leg.” George laughed.

“That’s not funny George. I really thought you were dead.” Mary took her hands off George’s shoulder, while a frown masked the relief on her face.

“I…I didn’t mean to upset you. It was a joke Mary, I’m so…”

“I thought you were dead! I thought I did it again! I thought it was repeating itself…I thought everyone was going to die again because of me! That’s what’s going to happen right?! Everyone’s going to die because of me! I’m the stupid one! I’m the mad one! I hate myself! I’m tired of being crazy!” Mary wept like a child. Her palms were pressed against her face but that did not stop her tears from kissing the forest grounds.