Vile Dependency 4

Vile Dependency 41

Blood instantly began to pour, dripping like the vile dependency I would never understand.2

I grabbed the paper toweling wrapping it vigorously around my wound watching as it soaked it up like a glass of Crimson, blood,wine spilling and oozing tormentingly in a puddle under my arm.3

“Fuck... Oh fucking hell,” I screamed in agony trying my best not to make a scene out of it, yet feeling the molten, fire of my blood pulsing and pursing through my open cut. 4

How could I have been so stupid to do such an act? My frustration and fury had gotten the better of me once again, so melancholy in passion that I could not just run after her and beg her to tell me, extract the truth from her swollen, battered lips.5

The bruises and wounds flashed through my mind coursing there way like venom within the truth of our relationship that was slowly crumbling to pieces before my denying eyes. My own wound pounding, throbbing with such an intensity I found myself blurring inside the pain.6

I gripped the White, roll of flimsy paper fabric and continued to wrap layer after layer above the old, stained, layers that were doing nothing but sinking into my open wound making it hard for me to look past the anguish I was engulfing.7

From the top of the stairs I could hear the pattering feet of Amy running fast down the steps her hair tangled, her half naked body being draped in the most angelic,Onyx, silken night gown I had ever laid eyes upon. 8

It was hard not the be lost, mesmerized in her beauty, even for a few short magical minutes when it was just her and I; nothing in between us but the sound of heavy breathing, of fear and arousal. Like anything though the fantasy of a few single seconds would remain just that a fantasy of a time I would remember for the rest of my short lived life.9

Amy stood still her body locked like a statue a body shackled in chains unable to move her voice constraint like I had strangled her mere breath from her lungs, strangling her inside my stupidity and experiment to better find myself inside her life. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated shining a dark shade of petrification. Her mouth wide open saliva dripping from her lips; she reminded me of a zombie so lifeless yet in all her deathly glory she still remained the most exquisite woman I had ever met.10

“Its not what it looks like,” I lied trying to reason with her silence, the paper toweling falling in chucks of my arm as the blood soaked right through tearing it to shreds as I tried to hid the knife in the basement sink. 11

My attempts proved a failure as the knife fell into the sink creating a chilling sound, that like broken glass causing her to take small, undead like steps in my directions her arms spread her fingers shaking. Her every breath a gasps for words yet done had escaped her lips and for some reason I liked it better that way.12

I moved backwards swinging my body away from hers not at all wanting her to see the bloody mess I had become in her presence, though I already knew it was far to late to try and hide it from her. She was a part of my mutilation now, part of my self destruction and I would never let her know she did this to me. 13

“I promise you Amy this is not what is looks like,” I screamed tears melting, bleeding down my cheeks fiery and hot, burning a hole in my soul, shattering all the love we had between us. 14

“Please I promise you Amy.”