Bleeding Love
Now this was just cruel. The soft crooning from the radio promised devotion, affection, acceptance. It was a declaration of trust, of accepting risk of hurting. The singer had a lovely voice, like honey, so rich and smooth.
But one line ruined it.
"You cut me open and I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love…" Kirsty groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. These accursed thin walls made tuning out the neighbor's music impossible. Even through the rough pillowcase and itchy feathers she could hear that one line that made up the refrain, sung as only a love song could be.
He was laughing at her, wasn't he?
Kirsty forced herself out of bed as the chorus came to an end, scoffing as the singer went on. "Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud…" Oh, wasn't that perfect?
The coffee machine's ugly burbling was a welcome distraction. She needed to buy a new one, she was pretty sure this one was burning her coffee grounds somehow, but for now she would accept its sputtering and whirring gladly. The coffee was too hot and too bitter, and she was out of cream. Because of course she was.
Great way to start the morning, she thought to herself as she drank it down. Wasn't there a sale of some sort at the café near work? If she left early, she could maybe grab a warm muffin and some actual coffee for breakfast.
"You cut me open," the singer breathed again, almost mournfully, and his visage cut into her thoughts. She could see him behind her eyelids, pale in the darkness, his fingers gently cupping her cheek, urging her closer even as his other hand closed around a knife.
"Though they find it hard to believe…"
Cool lips, icy breath brushing her skin, while the flat of a blade caressed her side…
"I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see…"
The sting of a knife pulled her out of the dream, and she looked down. Nothing. She was fine.
Kirsty shook her head in disgust and grabbed her purse, leaving the singer's crooning behind. She could barely make out one more line as she walked, trying to distract herself with thoughts of that muffin.
"But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you…"