Obsessions

She woke up in an empty bed on a Sunday, the space next to her cold and the sheets distressed.

Another day of fighting and crying. Words were spat out of their mouths, and the night ended with them apologizing.

She swung her legs over the bed, and she automatically fixed the sheets and cleaned the room. Then she proceeded to the bathroom.

The scent of mint hit her nose quite strongly as she brushed her teeth with Colgate. Images from last night, from their affair printed in neat ink on the blank pages of her mind.

The texture of the silk sheets rubbed against her legs, the blue dawn seeping through the light blue curtains, the scent of them lingering in the air.

She felt the bile rise from the depths of her throat as she remembered their venomous words spewing from their mouth, hitting her face and her heart ruthlessly.

Sometimes she'd cry in their bed, which would result in horrible insults that would jab at her insides and gnaw at her heart.

"Quit your crying, I can't sleep!"

How could someone be such a sweetheart one minute, and an absolute creep the next?

The obsessions would take over her mind in her good moments, but yet, had she ever had good moments? She'd try to erase the sad ideas when she held them in her arms. She would think about them talking about sick ideas involving both of them.

She spat out the toothpaste and headed off to the store in search for crackers.

She stood in the store, staring at the shelves. Oh, what packet of crackers to pick?

They're all the same, one brand, one name, but really they're not!

"Look, just choose something quick. People are staring, time to go quick!" She mumbled to herself.

She felt her skin burn away and a boiling heat rise to her face.

Her hands felt clammy as she trembled in the store.

The pressure was overwhelming, as she turned around and sprinted towards the entrance.

She was facing a week without food.

'A day, a day! Things were pretty bad. But don't let it make you feel sad', she thought, as she ran to the car and drove away.

"The crackers were probably bad luck anyway."

Again, she began to obsess, as she thought about their cold heart would claim that they had OCD. Why on earth would they do that?

A laugh rose to her lips as she thought about they never told her what it was that made them strong or what it was that made them weak.

She drove silently home, the cycle repeating itself again. One she could never break out of.

This happened for years on end, with the same insults spoken, until she realized this wasn't right.

It had never been right.

"Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette,

Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again..."