Crimson Red

Crimson Red On The Floor.

i smell thick blood in the air, my hands brush against my mother locs of hair as i look up at my lover. Just then my eyes went dark, the light that shined ever so brightly came to a quick stop. All of a sudden i smell hot grass on a summer morning, i feel my hands brush against my Dogs newly combed coat. I hear my mother calling for me in the house but i don't move? i stay and stare down the long and narrow path to the forest in my very own backyard. I slowly stand but i don't turn to face my mother and my old red house that stood tall on the edge of Edmans street. Instead i began to walk forward my Dog not following me anymore , walking into the forest i step on a branch the cracking sound snapped something in me. I snap back into reality.
I stare at what we have done, what he has done. his eyes staring back at me. I want to cry but i can't, i want to scream but i can't. i'm stuck like an old grease statue. i watch is body language make its way to my side of the table, I flinch at his touch when he bends down to touch my pale face. "It's okay" he says with a reassuring smile on his face. how can he smile? how can i still be in love with his smile? after all i just watched the love of my life slaughter my own mother. The blood, Her blood. Sliding smoothly down the walls, down the portrait i got made for her on her 45th birthday. Her collections of tea cups freshly painted in crimson red. My eyes starting to take in the environment around me as if i didn't grow up in this home. As if i didn't eat at this table for 26 years. As if that wasn't my own mothers body going cold in front of my eyes.
"you know this was the best thing for us." I look to the left of me locking eyes with this man once more. What was best for us? it replayed in my head about ten times over in a short period of time. "Say something my love." "Don't call me that." i snap back. This wasn't the best thing for me. This wasn't the best thing for "us". This can't be real. "Don't turn on me now, Don't act like this wasn't something we both wanted." he jolted. Was this something we both wanted? All at once the memories, the talks, the cries the comfort comes back to me. This isnt what i wanted, despite how i despised my mother this is what i wanted. Despite how she would torment me this is not what i wanted. it's what he wanted. "i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me." i respond as i clear my throat. i watch the stress in his face slowly fade into a soft grin, he leans down to my level kissing my forehead and rubbing my back. "That's more like it." he replies in a muffled voice, i feel his breath on the back of my ears. I close my eyes while begins to kiss down the side of my neck.
He unbuttons the back of my dress on by one until the top half falls effortlessly. I open my eyes slightly looking around the room again letting out soft fake moans. I lock eyes with my mother, my beautiful mother. Her head beaten in, the blood still spilling from her mouth and eyes. If you were to stay silent long enough you could hear the hood still tapping on the floor. I shut my eyes quick and push him off my chest. "Is something wrong?" he asked looking up at me. "No" i reply. "But i would rather we take this upstairs." i give a wide smile showing my top row of teeth. He kisses me roughly and takes my hand to stand. He begins walking ahead of me, before we leave i take one more glance at my Mother. He notices but doesn't say anything. Soon enough he throws me on the bed of my old room. Kissing my neck and leaving his marks along my skin. I push up on his chest and bring him to my position. Now he is looking up at me, i look into his eyes and feel nothing. I look at his face and feel nothing. I just see the slightly smudged blood on his forehead and cheeks. i began to kiss down his body, undoing his clothes that are socked with blood. He grunts and Groans as touch on his aroused member. I look up at him as i undo his belt. he smiles and runs his fingers through my hair. I take his member out and wrap my hands around it tightly i feel him get even harder. I began to move my hand up and down watching his face change and shift with every move i do. His legs start to tense as i speed it up, i know he is close. His eyes roll back & his grip tightens in my hair. "i'm cumming" he said in between gasps. My mind went blank. i reach down my thigh grabbing my 656 pursuit pro hunting knife that was gifted to me by my last father. i sit up slightly and watch his eyes start to open and then i did it. i stabbed him. not just once, i stabbed him 248 times.  around the 15th one i feel his grip loosen in my hair i sit up & stair at the expression that now matches my mothers.
The End