I lay in bed while time passed me. The clock's rhythm no longer swayed me, no longer told me how long I had to wait.
I lay starring at the photograph on the end table across the room. The two figures seeping out of the background only looked back.
I lay counting off my days. He said I was supposed to be gone today, he said I was supposed to be gone today.
I lay as he walks in. I watch as he leans over my glass body, fragile and weak.
I lay as he places a small kiss on my forehead. It was only small because I disgusted him; it was only small because he wanted me out of the way.
I lay as he whispers my name.
"Mary."
No.
My eyes flutter; as I lay weak and unmovable, my body no longer doing the actions I ask it to.
"Mary."
Shut up.
I remember the flowers, how you picked out my favorite kind. I remember how I only gave you curses back. I told you I wanted you to leave; I told you I wanted you to leave me alone.
I was only crying your name when you closed the door behind you.
"Oh Mary."
I lay as I feel his hands behind my head.
The soft silk pillow cushioning my head was gone.
"Oh Mary…"
Now I feel it on my face, now I feel the white silk force itself on me.
"I love you Mary."
Harder.
"I love you Mary."
My breathing ceases as the pillow is once again pushed harder onto my face.
My ugly face.
"I love you Mary."
Stop.
I hear him repeat those words over and over as a bright light came into my vision. I hear footsteps, door closing.
Black.