No matter what happens the rest of my life, in will never forget the time I found her dead on the ground. Her long auburn hair stained red at the scalp, she could almost blend in with the blood stained ground. The adorable little black sequined dress ripped and tattered beyond repair. One black stiletto shoe had the heel broken off, the other was missing entirely. If a person ignored the blood then they would only see an angel lying there. Her soft tan looked pale as the snow of December. Her eyes were thankfully closed. I don't think I could've handled seeing the last few minutes of terror and anguish forever imprinted in her beautiful azure eyes.
The scene around her was a blur to me, though I remember the flashing red and blue lights reflecting of a trash bin. Perhaps we were in some dirty alley or behind a store. It didn't matter to me. Nothing did, not anymore. It didn't matter when soft but firm hands tried to peel me away from her or the soft voice in my ear telling me everything would be alright and to let go. All I could feel was a deep excruciating pain as my heart and soul seemed to be skinned off piece by piece. A cold wind ripped through the scene and it carried away the skinned pieces of me with it. Leaving behind an empty shell of what used to be me.
I stopped laughing, she loved my laugh.
I stopped smiling, she loved when I smiled for her.
I could no longer function like a proper human being anymore. Nothing mattered to me with her gone. Everybody gave up on me, I didn't care.
I was empty.
Soulless.
Bare.
I kept wondering what it would be like to join her. Maybe I'd see her waiting for me at the pearly gates. Maybe shed be there to walk with me on the road to hell. It didn't matter, just as long as I could finally see her again. Then we would have eternity together! I smiled at the thought and picked up the little rusted razor. I smiled through the blood and the cuts. I wanted to be smiling when I met her again.