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Makayla Sep 2015
"She called me a week after her brother killed himself. There was no contact between us until that night. She sat down and told me that she didn’t know if it was going to work out because when she looked into my eyes she seen the intoxication of sadness of which her brother held the night she tried saving him. I told her that if she needed me I would be around the corner and I was. There was no romantic connection between us anymore, and I checked her wrists whenever we hung out. She told me the only wounds she held were far deeper into her veins and she wished that she had killed herself, too. I told her she shouldn’t talk like that but she told me to shut up and said she felt selfish for trying to save someone who was already dead. She didn’t talk to me until ***** had touched her taste-buds and she can perfectly see her brother lying on the floor in the bathroom soaked in his own crimson, she called me and I went to seen her. She was lying in the corner of her bedroom, continuing to swig the bottle as much as she could before I finished  walking  through the door. Her face was drowning in tears and she was screaming until her lungs could no longer gather oxygen of which she had to stop. I told her I loved her then she made me leave but as soon as my foot had pressed inside of my car she begged me to come back inside, I did. She said that when she looks at me she see’s her brother and she remembers yelling at him the night he killed himself. I told her that it wasn’t her fault but she screamed at me. I stayed quiet the rest of the night and allowed her to talk, that was the first night that she allowed me to touch her skin since before what had happened. The next morning she was making coffee and was in my T-shirt, sitting on the counter with a big smile on her face. She said, “Guess what I made? Your favorite” The emotions she displayed were different from what I had been seeing since what happened. We sat down and talked and laughed while we ate breakfast. But quickly after, she pushed her food in front of her and whispered, “I’m going to sleep” I didn’t say anything. I stayed in my seat as she walked into her bedroom. I left her alone for an hour and when I went to go check on she was curled up in a ball, soaking the sheet under her with sadness. I laid down next to her and held her hand. She said whenever she closes her eyes she sees him. Later that day she asked me to leave and I did. She told me she loved me but she didn’t want me loving her, she said she knew what love did to a person. I haven’t seen her in six months and I’ve been calling and begging but she continues to say, “I’m fine just busy” I went to see her one night and she was sitting on her bed with a razor in her hand, just staring wondering why he had chosen this object to take his life. I took it from her and put it in my pocket. She said nothing and pulled me into bed. “It’s been a year” she’ll say, “I miss him, I miss his horrible music taste blaring through my walls, I miss the scent of him and how he got so upset when I made eggs because he never liked them and I miss him telling me about the girls he loved and telling me about the girls who broke his heart, I miss his voice and the way it got so high when he said my name while he was laughing, I love him, I miss him and I hate him” she’ll say. I nodded, i’ve learned to say nothing when she vents. She said she hated me for having the same sad eyes he had. I didn’t say anything. She rolled over and fell asleep, so did I. I woke up around three in the morning to her hysterically crying with a ***** bottle in her hand. Her small, petite body was pressed against the wall and you could see it in her eyes she was drunk. She’ll look at me and say, “I’ve never understood why I always drink when i miss him, I think about him more” She took one last swig and through it across the room, it shattered against the wall. She laid down beside me and started crying. I told her I loved her and she rolled over. She didn’t ask me to leave instead, she held me tighter then she ever has and started crying. We laid in bed for the entire day. She fell asleep again around noon and I heard her whisper, “I love you” I replied with, “I love you, too” when she woke up she asked me to leave and I finally said no. She asked me, “Why do you torture yourself like this?” I didn’t know what to say so I kissed her and told her I loved her. She scuffed and got out of bed and locked herself in the bathroom. She was crying for a good twenty minutes until I knocked on the door and asked her why she denied loving me. She only stared at me and told me to leave again so I did. The next day I came over without letting her know, I walked into her bedroom and seen that she hung herself. I tried saving her, she was in my arms when she gave her last breathe. I now understand the pain she felt, I’m next."
Makayla Sep 2015
Crimson lips, red eyes and thin lips.
-- Horns and black eyelids.
Although, it was very obvious that you were toxic.
I couldn't help but witness how the ends of your lips formed upward so beautifully when you smiled,
Or that the darker shades of everything brought out your eyes.
You went on and on about things that weren't normal at all but, I loved how your pupils widened and that sparkle lasted as long as our conversation on your interests did.
On the days your demons came to visit, I held you close and so tightly that my arms felt like they were being detached
And when you cried-- oh god, I would take on the world to make you stop.
You never asked me to leave and I never wanted to, I fought your monsters and I kissed your crimson shaded lips.
I tasted the flavor of every being that has betrayed you but on your lips-- you made them taste so sweet.
When I laid my ear on your chest, I heard no heart beat but I loved the roars of your insanity.
"Today was a good day." You would say as you attempt to cover up the markings of the innocent that lay on your body like tattoos.
I would only smile and hold your hand and I swear that I knew you were evil but your demons had always laid comfortably with mine.
You would always question what was mentally wrong with me for laying with a monster, and I would always question why you were so insane to believe that an innocent would actually lay with you.
You always laughed, and I seen the skin of nearly every human we crossed paths with that day in your teeth and the blood of children stained onto your tongue.
I never bothered to stop you and I suppose that was my karma
Because the day I showed you where my wings once were you hissed with frustration and left.
Were you expecting to take the life of an innocent or fear to fall in love with something that was rare to find in the darkness that you slept in?

— The End —