Trying on a novel, not the best i can say but it is dark~ written last few months still need some edit here and there...
Chapter 1 It has been raining for days; it has been a dark gloomy month for Michelle. Rain has been showering down on her from head to toe shading her tears that project her sorrows. Her black gown soak by the rain revealing her beautiful curve, her make up smudge up but not able to mask her pain inside, grief have overtake her making her helpless even to her own instinct of standing up and walk away, all she could do was squat there and cry smudging more her makeup with her hands.
“Michelle! Where’s my black slim tie?” yell out Zack her boy friend from their bedroom while digging his way into their closet, “It should be just next to the shoes!” Michelle walk up to him and pose in her black gown, “so how is it?” her black eye line and eye shadow matching with her black gown, the black pearl draping in front of her chest making her more sexier than she ever is, “you are fabulous!” grabbing her by her waist and give her a peck on a lips, “but we are running late, where is my stuff? Give me a hand would you dear?”This are the scene that she have replay over and over again since she walk out of the house, all she mumble is shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… shut up… blood dripping down from her arm washing off slowly by the rain while she walk down the street like a zombie.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” yell Zack in madly, throwing things towards Michelle he lost his charm, lost his handsome face in exchange of a devil’s look, his eyes cover with red blood vessel like a bull in rage, all turn to silent for Michelle her sense cloze up to avoid all the violence sound maybe it is in a way to protect herself, when her sense get back something bang her onto her face…Red… is all red… nothing but bloody red all over the room all Michelle could see is only red… bloody red… she can’t define anymore which is blood and which is wine all over the bed, where she use to make love to the man she is passionate of, where they burn lust on, now… now it is only red. Zack is found lying on the bed some how his pose is weird towards to logic of nature, his fingers are twisted all going towards a different direction some have their bone reveal, his knees are all bloody revealing what is under the skin it looks like something is use to hammer on it till the skins tear open, the bone is crack and fracture pieces of it stand in place waiting to get into place. His face is distorted, should be a result of something banging hard on it not just once but it seems like it is hammer several times, it is sure to say because his right eye pop out while having it’s socket cloze in.
“Ahhhhhhhh…….” All Michelle do when she comes to her sense is scream, scream at her top of her lungs, but no one cares, there isn’t anyone staying around there is no neighbors for them, the neighbors have move, but to where it is not known.
For an hour all Michelle know is stare at Zack’s crops mumbling “shut up… shut up…” tears keep on rolling down her cheeks pulling a black line of eye line down with it, her right hand holding a statue covering with blood creating a puddle of blood bellow it. The music leads the dance between the loving couple, “Zack? The dinner to night is fabulous.” Michelle lean more towards Zack like a kitten searching for warm within Zack’s chest, “Love, glad that you like It.” the two couple dances on with the music, dance on with their favorite song. Wine and candle light just like any girl it made a night for her.
Bang! The door slam behind Zack, Michelle looks up in fright, “Love, what’s wrong?” Zack just stand there silently as if he haven’t been into the house before all Michelle could hear was the rain outside, the water boiling in the pot and her own heart beat, she call out again to her boyfriend “Zack, what’s wrong?” she walk up to him and brush her fingers into his soak hair and again concerning her motionless boyfriend “love, are you ok?” the next thing she realize is there is a blow towards her face and send her flew off to the marble floor, Zack slap her in the face with all his force, this time the room is fill with Michelle’s sobbing and Zack’s heavy breathing. The air fill with mixture smell of beers and Scottish Whisky, the next thing Michelle realizes is she is grab by her arm and drag up the stairs, nothing she do could break free Zack’s grip. “Let me go! Zack you are hurting me! Let me go!” scream Michelle while trying to break free, “Shut up… shut up… SHUT UP!” all Michelle heard was that, next thing Michelle realizes was she is set flying across the room towards the bed.
“Don’t stop… Zack… ah… Zack…” Michelle was seal by a lips that she know well of, the tongue behind it charge itself like a snake that found it’s pray. After what felt like hours the 2 cuddle and have some wine on bed naked as the day they are born, the room lit only with candle lights and a slight smell of saddle wood, with help lit up the fire of lust. “Smack” Zack throw another slap onto Michelle’s face crouching on her. With all her strength Michelle kick Zack in his crouch giving her a chance to escape Zack’s grip, she pick up a statue that is given to her by Zack and swing with all her strength towards his head, a few blows send swing on to Zack’s head crashing his skull like a can, her final blow pop the eye balls out of it’s socket. After the head Michelle hammer the statue on to Zack’s fingers and knees immobilize him to make sure that he won’t lay a finger on her anymore, blood showering like the rain outside the window.
Red… it is all red the blood have painted a horrifying yet sad scene, silence comes with the color red, she can’t recall when is the last time she felt that she know the lifeless corps, she forget how is the touch of the twisted fingers, all she taste now is blood, all she see now is red, all she can say now is “shut up… shut up… shut up…” all she can do now is cry…
It is not the 1st time things like this happen, she can’t explain why, she can’t explain how, all she know is after mourning she need to wash, wash off all that she is, wash off all the evidences.
