Bella's Wine

Bella’s Wine.

(20/03/07)

She took another sip of the wine, and smiled to herself. She had been drinking a lot of wine in the past few hours. Suffice to say she was well on her way to being drunk, if not there already. She thought that the alcohol would help but it didn’t, just like everything else she tried. Nothing worked. Nothing eased the pain. Nothing made it all just disappear.

Again, the wine was brought to her mouth and another sip was taken in. Her appearance was, as some people think, absolutely stunning. She could be almost anything, people would say. She didn’t want anything though. That’s why she changed, from pretty and popular to an outcast inside her mind. She just wanted to be left in peace and a part of her was. Her stunningly brilliant sky blue eyes looked towards the door. She wasn’t sure but she thought she saw it start to open.

“You can come in, you know.” She slowly slurred out. The door stayed still. She tapped her black fingernails against the side of her glass, making a ching, ching, ching sound. Slowly, she stood up. Her long black skirt swirled around her lower legs and feet as she adjusted her red corset top back into its correct place. On her high heeled, black open toe shoes she walked to the door and opened it. There was no one there.

Once she was sitting down again she poured herself another glass of wine. But this time it wasn’t all wine. She watched as the white powder dissolved into the drink and took a sip.

“Still tastes the same. Actually, I think it tastes better.” She said to the silent air around her. She leaned back on the lavish sofa. It was the colour of blood red, just like almost everything else she owned. But nothing was hers. She didn’t own anything; she was just here because he was nice to her. But of course he was nice to her, he felt guilty, he had admitted that to her when he took her shopping. She had accepted his apology, what more could she do? And had he had bought her new clothes, new furniture, a new apartment, new everything. At the beginning he had ignored her but then he came to her one day, sporting tickets to a massive gala event. He then made her a deal; she could keep everything and spend his money if she went with him. She was a fool for going but she did. He had to teach her proper manners again. “In my world there are different rules to be followed and one of them is manners. Impeccable manners are a must have.” She could still hear his voice as he lectured her in the ways of thirty different knifes and forks. That was years ago though, now she was as good at acting in his world as every other person she had met, including him.

The deep, dark red wine in her crystal glass was gone. She stood up to refill it; somehow, she wasn’t quite sure how she did it. Once again, she watched the white powder vanish into the rest of the liquid. The door was moving again, and this time she was sure there was someone there.

She went back to her sofa and sat down moments before he entered the room. He took one look around, at the wine bottles stacked in a little corner of the room, at the powder on the coffee table beside the sofa. And at her, he took one look at the wine glass in her hands and raised an eyebrow. His eyes then locked with hers.

“Well, what are you doing waiting over there, come and have a seat.” She wouldn’t have said that if she was sober. She only talked to him when she had to. He quickly hid his surprise under the cold, unemotional mask he always had around her. He sat down next to her after pouring himself a glass of her wine. She wasn’t too happy with that and glared at him.

“Well, Bella, aren’t you making quite a mess.” It was the first thing he had said to her. His deep British accent was more pronounced than it normally was to her. Unfortunately for her, she had sobered up a little bit; she could almost talk normally but her thoughts were in disarray.

“Mmm, why are you here?” she asked him, it was the first thing that popped into her head. He raised an eyebrow at her again, smiled and even gave a small chuckle. He moved closer to her and gently moved a hand through her illustrious long black wavy hair.

“Bella, I’m here because I care.” He told her in a sickly sweet voice, as if he was talking to a lost three year-old. “I hadn’t heard from you in a while and wanted to make sure you’re OK.”

She turned her dull eyes on him and stared at him for a few moments.

“Why would you care about me? I’m just your plaything remember, I’m amazed you even remembered my name.” He mentally took a step backwards, he would have expected her question with a silent fury but she said it as if commenting on the weather.

“I’ll always care about you Bella. I’ll do anything to help you, I’ll never hurt you.” Bella closed her eyes and deliriously smiled.

“Was that before or after you raped me? That was painful.” He was again shocked at how calmly she was talking. He watched as she somehow got up and refilled her glass. When her back was to him she poured double amounts of white powder into her drink and swirled it around.

He waited until she had sat down, instead of sitting as far away from him she sat next to him. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I…uhh…I never meant to do that Bella, it was a mistake, one huge mistake.” Slowly he sank into despair only visible to her.

“Well, the damage is done now isn’t it? You can’t change the past, you can’t change my memories.”

“No. I can’t.” He got to his feet slowly and headed towards the door. He had quickly tired of the conversation and its direction. When he got to the door he paused, turned around and said, “Don’t forget Bella, We have a lunch meeting tomorrow. I’ll be around at one o’clock. Make sure your ready.”

She smiled and started to respond but fell face first onto the sofa. He rushed over to her and sat her back up.

“Bella, Bella, can you hear me Bella? What have you done Bella?” He worriedly said. She lifted her head and looked at him with bleary eyes.

“What’s done is done Tommy.” She told him with a lethargic voice before she slowly drifted into the folds of unconsciousness while he yelled out her name again and again in the far off distance.