I woke up to a sudden thud. Not surprisingly, I had tumbled off my bed. I had no clue where I was, I have an inclination that I've been recently born. Gracious hold up! * A Certain event jumbled in my mind *. It felt like hell, all those images running through my eyes. My pulse rose to a point where I thought my heart's going to blast.. I grasp my head between my hands; crept in reverse in scramble until I incline toward the wall. My eyes are teary, my body sore. I cover my face with both my hands and begin to weep. After a while, I accumulate some strength to calm myself, stroll to the washroom and I remain against the mirror, gazing at myself. I notice my eyes, one being blue, and one red. I run the tap, wash my face and sigh. I close my eyes and I see glimpses of the event once more. Blood, knife, spilled coffee. I couldn't remember anything else. My name, my family, nothing. As I'm going through this torment, there's a harsh door-breaking sound. A gentleman walks in, all dressed in dark black, eyes that goodness surely lack. He reaches me, greets me normally and says he's just here to talk. * T-T-Talk? * . Goodness! Try not to stress. I'm here to help you remember. He smiles. We sit on the couch. He has these diverse eyes just like mine. One being blue, one red. Just as mine. He says, so you don't remember anything, do you? I'm here to help you.
Regardless I'm gazing at him with no piece of information of what's going on. He shows me a red bandana. And there are tears in my eyes, What's more, there are tears in my eyes, whatever I could feel, was pure agony. Strict torment going through my cerebrum.. Also, all of a sudden, he's gone. Also, I end up remaining in a room. A comfortable room with overflow lights, delicate music playing, a table for two. The windows are open. What's more, the solid wind is making the shade influence. My body begins to proceed onward its own. Interesting! Is it a fantasy? It's most certainly not. I can feel my cognizance. Am I going distraught? How'd I arrive?
How do I look? * A familiar voice from behind *. I turn back and I see. Her ...
She stands there all draped in white, her hair still wet. I raise my hand toward her, I try to speak, and I couldn't. She comes to me, wraps her arms around my neck. Kisses my chin. * What's gotten into you? Is it the anxiety again? Then again am I looking awfully SEXY? She snickers again *
I reply, you look beautif- * She kisses me again *. What's more, there's a sudden shudder along my body. All my anxiety begins to blur. I begin feel to her heartbeat. I smile at her. And I say, baby. I'm home and I hug her. Rubbing my hands on her back, I could feel the blood flowing in her body. I don't feel good. Something's wrong. Do I love her?
She pushes me away. No, you're not home! I'm angry with you. You've been missing for a week. Do you have any earthly idea how the past week was for me? Without you?
I could sense the affection in her furious voice. I step toward her. I snatch her by the neckline and draw her close. Gaze in her eyes, those un-natural eyes appeared like medications to me. I grin and say ,'Hey, I'm home '. She wraps her arms around my back, smile back and says, " I question that '. She punches me in the gut. I miss you. She delves her nails in my skin.
I know where this is leading. I step back. However she punches me over and over and once more. It hits my crude nerve. I get her by the neck like a savage beast and push her against the wall. I lay all my weight on her so that she couldn't escape. She by all accounts prefers it. She bites her lower lip and suddenly kicks me between the legs. I holler out a massive shout. I grip her waist more tightly now. And bite her lower lip, I pull it slightly. I could feel the entire glow that was fermenting within her. I drag my foot over her leg, dragging her trouser up to her knee, drive my lips toward hers and kiss the life out of her. It's a long kiss; soon I see her battling for breath, beating me. I don't give up. Abruptly! I see a white light sparkling in my eyes, and a closefisted voice tormenting my head. A voice resounding : "The Debt is death, again and again ". I slide my hand in my pocket, grab something. All the expressions of my face wear off. I raise my left hand; gather her hair in my fist. I drive the object right across her chin, up 90 degree. Her eyes widen up, loath of blood escaping from her throat. She drops to the ground, shaking in agony. All of a sudden, there's a thump on the door and a man in dark strolls in, he stands adjacent to me. Staring with his twin colored eyes. He speaks : * Humph! That took long, brother. I get it, killing your wife is rather difficult. And you know what is more difficult? Repeating the same day again and again and again. He thunders in laughter. And drives his satanic hand directly through my heart. Slaughtering me!
'That is what happens when set out to experience passionate feelings for an angel. You dirty demon! How dare you turn your back on your own kin! You belong to the demon family! You loathe me.. I hate to say it that you're my brother, a demon's brother. A solitary demise isn't satisfactory for you.. I'm going to revive you and your beloved after every death, every day. And I'm going to make you kill her, everyday. My hate will live for eternity and your love will pass on for eternity '. He drops the red bandana on the floor and walks away. 'Love weakens you, remember that. Sibling'... He walks out...
I then woke up to a sudden thud. No clue! Feeling like I've been reawakened. Who am I?
'There's a thump.... And a man of honor strolls in, all dressed in dark black, eyes that goodness surely lack...' .
