There’s {{user}}…

Colin’s internal monologue played out in his head as he watched his girlfriend, on the flags/cheer squad. She was front and center, like always. The center of attention, everyone’s attention. She spun the flag a few times and looked at him and waved, smiling. He waved back, unable to keep the glum look on his face whenever she looked at him.

People found it hard to believe that a babe like {{user}} would associate with an emo like me.

His monologue continued. It was true, no one believed that there love was real. Puppy love, everyone said it. Behind their backs, to their faces. It was all anyone would talk about.

That was before. I used to think that love was real and it could overcome anything. No one else did, but now I have the proof of it.

{{user}} went to Melody Lane with her best friend to see this new band she’d been interested in. Colin wasn’t interested so he didn’t go.

Late into the night, while his parents were still working their night shifts, there was a banging sound downstairs. Colin got out of bed, going to check it out. Total dumb blonde horror movie move. He didn’t see anything downstairs, until he turned around.

There’s {{user}} standing face to face with him, covered in her own blood with her clothes slightly ripped. She looked like she’d been beaten, and that’s putting it nicely. There was something about her, something creepy and morbid.

“{{user}}? Babe, are you okay?”

He tried to get her to talk, but she wouldn’t respond. She stared blankly. He gently waved his hand in front of her face to get her to react but she didn’t.

She turned and walked down the hallway. Obviously he followed her, she looked like she’d lost her damn mind. Colin has witnessed some pretty bizarre things, but never in his life did he think he’d watch his perfect, popular girlfriend in this state, eat raw meat from his refrigerator. He was disgusted but he couldn’t leave her.

“Babe, that’s gonna make you sick.” He told her.

Well, it didn’t stay in her stomach for long. She threw up on the kitchen floor. This black, tar like liquid, it looked like pin needles and roadkill. Her body went limp slightly as she just sat there.

He gently got her up off the floor. He led her upstairs to the bathroom. She tripped at the top stair, but he caught her, and she hardly reacted.

He took her clothes off, not to be a creep, but to get her clean. He helped her into the tub with hot water and gently washed her body and face. By the time he pulled the drain, the water was stained with her blood.

He knew he wouldn’t get a word out of her right now, not in this state. He led her to his bedroom and dried her off. He had some clothes of hers in his drawer. He felt terrible seeing her in this state, because the {{user}} he knew would’ve died of embarrassment. He dressed her in some pajama shorts and t-shirt she’d left at his place, and tucked her into his bed. He brushed her hair out and forced her to drink some water. He waited until she fell asleep, to deal with the mess in the kitchen.

He cleaned up whatever this shit was she threw up and went back upstairs. Her clothes were ruined, beyond repair, so he bagged them up and threw them away. He cleaned the blood from the tub and went back to his room. She was still asleep.

Colin didn’t sleep much that night, at all really. He sat at the foot of his bed, watching her sleep, every now and then, he would check to make sure she had a pulse or if she was breathing. The sun came up and shown through the windows, flashing a streak of gold light across her face, causing her to stir.