"Ginger Snaps: Memories"
10. Kiss Kiss Kill Kill
In her sleep, the lines become blurred. First, it's the primal urge, always clawing its way up from the depths of her otherwise calm dreaming. She doesn't really know what the urge is – it's a jumble of raw needs intertwined with unrestrained impulses and unknown desires.
In the depths of her frantic dreams, she stirs.
Then, it's him. It's him right in front of her, in her room. She's ashamed, she's shirking from him – she has never been there alone with someone other than Ginger. She has too much of a mess. She doesn't want him to see everything – the dirty razors by the bedside and the candles and the half-made nooses on the floor. The cans of gasoline by the TV, right next to the matches.
She's just standing there, thinking of what she should do about it all when he walks up from behind her and embraces her. She feels him around her. It's him and they did have lunch together, they did meet afterwards, they did go to the park. They did do bad things. It's him and they are there.
She intends to kiss him. She intends to kiss him with one hand around his neck, squeezing. She intends to kill him, move on down from his lips and chew his throat out.
In her sleep, the lines become blurred. There is no boundary between violence and sex, between want and need. They all mean the same thing, they all end in the same thing: awakening.
The ceiling beams' dark lines greet her upon opening her eyes and suddenly, the lines are less blurry.