It's not my best. But I was sad when I wrote this. It'll probably be a two shot if I get enough reviews.
It was eleven thirty at night when a very tired Joanne barged through the door, only to startle her girlfriend, Maureen, who was half asleep on the couch.
"Pookie?" Maureen asked in a hazy voice, as she rubbed her eyes and slowly rolled off the couch.
"Hmm.." Joanne answered as she sat down her suit case, and took off her coat.
Maureen walked over to her and wrapped her arms around the lawyer, holding her close. This was the first time in a long time she had actually seen her lover. All Joanne did was work, and when she didn't work, she layed up on the couch studying or reading. Joanne barely payed attention to the diva, and she felt like maybe Joanne was falling out of love with her.
And that was killing Maureen. Literally.
"I missed you." Maureen whispered in her ear.
"I missed you, too." Joanne replied, a hint of carelessness in her voice.
Maureen pulled away from her and gave her a hurt look before walking back into the living room and repositioning herself on the couch. Joanne just watched as she walked away.
"Are you sleeping out here?" Joanne asked curiously, as she slowly started walking to their bedroom.
"Why do you care?" Maureen whispered to herself.
"What?"
"I'm going to watch t.v for a little while..I be in there later." Maureen said.
Joanne nodded and entered their room, shedding her clothes and changing into a pair of boxers and a tank top before crawling into bed. She reached over on her night stand and pulled out a book to read.
Maureen lay on the couch, her eyes red and her pretty pale face stained with tears. Maureen was falling apart and Joanne didn't even seem to care. She couldn't remember the last time Joanne touched her, or kissed her like she loved her. All she wanted to do was work. Maureen was sure they weren't going to last...and every time Maureen thought of that, she could feel her heart break a little more.
Sitting up and wiping her face, Maureen walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. She slowly shut the door and locked it. She opened a drawer and pulled out a little box full of razor blades. Carefully taking one, Maureen, sat on the toilet, more tears shedding from her hazel eyes. She hated doing this to herself, but it was the only pain she could control.
She slowly brought the razor up to her right wrist, and swiftly guided it across, a blank look embedded on her face. She was numb. She did it again, and again, and again. Getting frustrated, so many thoughts flying through her mind, she shredded her arm without even realizing it.
Blood poured from her limp wrist, dripping slowly on the tile floor. Maureen dropped the razor and began to cry harder.
Joanne, who was still reading her book, thought she heard a noise. She sat her book down and climbed out of bed and ventured down the hallway to find the noise. Walking by the living room, Joanne peaked her head in to see an empty room. Feeling a little nervous, she wandered farther down the hall, seeing the bathroom light shine from under the wooden door.
She knocked. "Maureen?"
No answer.
"Maureen!" She yelled, now pounding on the door.
All she heard was muffled cries.
"Maureen, are you okay? Open the door."
"Go away!"
Joanne was slightly stunned by those words, but not too stunned. She knew her relationship with the diva was slowly falling apart, and she planned on fixing it, but it was hard when work stressed and wore her out. She still cared and loved Maureen, but being over-stressed and over-worked kind of made Joanne feel careless.
"Baby.." Joanne began.
"Don't fucking 'baby' me, Joanne." Maureen said in a firm voice.
Joanne sighed. "Maureen, open the fucking door."
Maureen didn't answer. Instead, she picked the razor back up and held it to her wrist, tempted to do it again. She currently sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting against the wall.
Joanne rammed the door with her shoulder, causing it to fly open, revealing a rather bloody Maureen.
"Oh my God.." Joanne whispered as she slowly walked over to her, falling to her knees. She grabbed the razor out of her girlfriends hand and threw it across the bathroom.
"Why..what..why.." Joanne stuttered, as she grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapping Maureen's arm up in it. Maureen just stared straight ahead, her face more pale than usual, and she was begining to tremble.
Joanne pulled her into a tight embrace. "This is all my fault.." Joanne choked out, her eyes filling with tears. "Baby, I'm so sorry.."
Eh, totally not diggin' this story. But I always hate what I write. Anyway, if you want me to continue review. Flame if you want. I'll just ignore you. :)