It Was A Misunderstanding...

It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was a misunderstanding... an argument! She took it too far! All the blood... oh my god...

I must've been standing there for hours. Just staring at her. How pale she was... she isn't moving!

I began to panic, coming to the realisation of what I had done. It was just a misunderstanding. Kneeling over her body, I began to move her. Her hair, her clothes, her limbs, just to lie her on her back. The blood...

I tapped her cheek, shook her wrist a bit. Nothing. She just lies there, white, cold, her mudded hazel eyes just staring. Into nothing.

The panic began to set in, become stronger. She'll feel better after a bath. One of those nice baths with the salts and the bubbles.

After a while of struggling, I finally got her into the bathtub. Shakily, I turned on the hot water, added some Epsom salts, and poured some bubbles. ...what a mess...

I watched her, maybe for about an hour. But still, she just lies there... motionless. Staring.

So I helped her wash and gave her some alone time. After all, it was just a misunderstanding. She'll feel better after the bath.

I took a nap. I don't know for how long... hours maybe? Hoping in that time she'd cool off and get out. But after I woke, I realized... she didn't want to see me anymore. She was sick of me.

Furious, I ripped open the bathroom door, and dragged her out of the bath by her feet. As I went to hit her, I saw the bruises. They were everywhere... what is this gash on her face? Her beautiful face...

I grazed my fingers over the wound, so so gently, as to not cause her any more pain.

"My flower... such suffering I have caused you. Why do you endure the pain I put you through?"

But she did not answer. She just stared. Stared into nothing, just like before. Only this time, her eyes were glassy, glazed over, slightly foggy.

Again I realized... she doesn't want to see me anymore. She's never coming back.

I gave up. She got what she wanted. Outside we went to the flower bed she loved so much. The flower bed she invested all her time in. Now, she can lie in it forever. Like the beautiful flower she is.

After opening the front door to go back inside, I noticed the living room was a disaster. What happened here? It was only a misunderstanding.

I picked up the broken lamp, and the pieces scattered about, and was shocked to find they were covered in crusted blood.

"Hi, Ms. Jean, this is Courtney from Planned Parenthood. Just calling for a confirmation on post-surgery checkup. Call me back, thank you!"

It crackled through my head like a radio losing its frequency. The images followed.

"You're pregnant?!" I was so excited, but hers was flushed. Empty of any color at all.

"H-how did you...?"

"You had a voicemail, figured I'd relay the message. What was the surgery for?"

She stood before me, staring at her feet. I was all smiles, and she couldn't even look at me?

"....What was the surgery for?" I slowly lost my smile. I stared at her, waiting for any sort of answer. But she thought her feet were so god damned interesting.

"What was the surgery for?!" I screamed, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her on the wall. Her eyes widened, tearing up. Her small hands gripped my wrist, and I realized what kind of monster I became.