She stared at that spot, and ignored everything else. She forgot
about the last five minute that were still slightly in her mind.
She ignored the glass in front of her that was under the spot she
was staring at, she ignored the television blaring in the other
room, and she thought of only one thing. That single solitary
thought was going to be her undoing. Ten minutes after the
dramatic point in her life had pasted, she started to remember
what had happened, and started to cry softly to herself. She had
finally come to the realization of what she should do, what she
must do.....
She looked at the glass that laid silently and deadly under the
small dent in the wall. She reached for a piece of glass with her
left hand, it wasn’t far out of her reach. With her other
hand she grabbed the trash bin, slowly piece by piece she picked
up the glass and placed it in the trash. When she was done her
tears had dried but her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were
red from her burning tears. She stood up slowly and put the trash
away from her. She then made her way to the sliding glass door
that was the far side of their 22nd story apartment.
She leaned against the door and stared out into the dreary and
wet landscape that spread out before her on the other side of the
glass. She shivered from the thought that had invaded her mind.
She turned away from the door and made her way down the short
hallway towards the last door on the left. She switched on the
light, when she got there, in the elegant bathroom. She went over
to the bathtub and turned both knobs so that warm water was
poring out of the taps. She took off her dressing gown.
Underneath she was only wearing her pj’s which consisted of
a white tank top and blue plaid shorts.
As she bent over to turn off the taps her wild, shoulder length,
brown hair got in the way and she impatiently pushed it behind
her ears. Fully clothed she stepped into the warm liquid and
slowly sat down. All of her actions were slow and deliberate. As
the warm water enveloped her, she reached for the straight edge
blade that laid next to the tub. She put it there earlier that
day with the intention of scratching the mildew off the pearly
blue tiles. But at that moment it had a different use. She sat
there in the tub staring and waiting with the razor in her hand,
staring and waiting......
At that exact moment her lover and soul mate was sitting in the
bar down the street, where they first met, nursing his second
beer. An hour later and five and a half beers in his stomach, the
women’s lover stumbled into the elevator and pressed the
number of his floor. While ascending the 22 floors, he
contemplated what would happen when he walked in the door.
When the elevator reached his floor he was clear-headed. The mere
thought of fighting made him sober up considerably. He stepped
out of the elevator and approached the door of apartment 223b. He
stood there staring at the door for a moment, then he fished for
his keys in the pockets of his trench coat. When he found them,
he inserted the right key into the lock, turned it and pushed
open the door. Surprised, that she wasn’t on the other side,
he stepped in and shut the door. He took of his coat and threw it
on the flowered couch. Then he made his way to the master bedroom
thinking she might be sleeping. When he got there he silently
opened the door to find his lover not there.
Worry entered his mind as he crossed the hallway to search the
guestroom. As he emerged from the empty room, out of the corner
of his eye he saw the master bathroom light on. Relief washed
over his worried mind. He turned toward the bathroom and called
out her name. Silence. Worry resurfaced, but he was rooted to the
spot where he stood. He called for her again. Silence. Suddenly
mobile, he ran towards the bathroom door, his heart heavy with
fright. He ran into the master bathroom only to stop.
He turned deathly cold and silently whispered, no.......
His lover, his soul mate, his reason for being was dead. The
water now cold, had turned scarlet red from the blood coming from
the wrist’s of his lover’s self-inflicted wounds.
Shocked, he backed up against the far wall, and sank down to the
floor. He sat staring at the opposite wall, seeing nothing. Just
staring. He sat there oblivious to everything and feeling empty
inside, the same way his lover felt before she died.