I can feel my legs. And they’re burning. I’m wrapped in something. Something rather warm. Something… nice. Sheets? Woman’s arms? Bath towel? Body bag?nextBurns. My legs are on fire. Shit, I was thrown into the pits of hell. I am not… alive.
“Chris. Get the fuck up. I have to take a shower.”
Voice. I know that voice. It’s Justin. I can hear Justin. Oh no! He’s in hell with me! What has he done to…
“Chris! Get the hell out of there!”
I can’t! The devil has me. I cannot escape!
“Holy shit! What did you fucking do to yourself?”
Huh? My eyes flutter open and I’m lying in… thin tomato paste. Justin’s standing over me… he looks scared.
Bathroom. I’m in the bathroom. I start to cry. I’m not in hell. Thank you. Justin comes closer to me, reaches into the tomato paste and soon it disappears.
Shit.
That was blood.
Deep cuts, several of them, are engraved into my thighs. Blood keeps coming from them, “Justin?”
He rips some towels and tie them around my legs. “Stops the bleeding. What are you doing in here? I left you in the bedroom.”
I don’t know. My legs hurt too much and I don’t even know whose room I’m in. I’m scared. I glance at my arm. Razor cuts are going up and down it. It was her. She was mad at me… she was upset. Justin helps me out of the tub and into the room. I guess he’s calling for an ambulance.
“She… I dreamt of her again.”
Justin put the pone down after the call and sat beside me. “Chris, she’s gone. You have to start moving on. It’s been almost two years.”
“No! She isn’t gone! She’s still here… with me. I will not end up like your little psycho boyfriend!” I want to push him away. I will never mourn her. I will never leave her. I will never miss her.
Justin pulls me into his arms, “Chris, Chris. Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” He means it. He’s always been my friend. “Where’s your box?”
“Under the pillows.”
“Alright.” His phone starts ringing once he searches for my box. I try not to listen… “Chris…. He’s starting to cut again…. I don’t know. He said something about Laura…. I am about to drug him again…. Morphine…. That’s too much…. He might notice…. Fine.”
He injects two full needles into my arm. One question I want to ask Justin, but the drugs take effect quickly. I’m at peace. No more pain. But I want to know…
Who is Laura?