"Hello? Are you alright in there, Sara?"
That voice, it couldn't be. It's so familiar. Oh God. I stood there with my arms wrapped around me shaking. It couldn't be Cameron. Could it? Asher said he went to his mother's, but then how well could I actually trust Asher. I turned to Asher frowning.
"Why do I always end up wanting to screw you when I'm around you?"
His eyes were directly on mine. I sure hope he was planning on telling me the truth.
"Ma douce mémoire, my memory of Julianna comes out in you. I'm quite sorry."
"Save your sorry stories Asher," I walked up to him with a sway in my hips. My finger was pointed straight at him. "I will not be your genuine pig to play with. Don't play with my emotions."
I pushed him back on the toilet. His body crashed into the lid. I turned towards the door but stopped. I looked back down at him with a bitterness I only had for my worst enemy. "I'm leaving as soon as I can for Texas. I hate St. Louis and everyone and everything in it."
I stomped over to the door and tried to open it. It bumped hard up against Cameron but I didn't care. I pushed him against the wall and headed for a bedroom. I didn't look back when he called my name. I wasn't going to look back. I had just about enough of this city. People are taking advantage of me and my feelings. It's plain bullshit.
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The air conditioner in the room nearest the living room made this extremely irritating humming noise all through the night. The bed I was laying on was very uncomfortable. Lumpy as hell. The light purple cotton blanket that covered the entire bed smelled like some old, musty dog. Has Shawn been sleeping on it? The bedroom had the scent of burnt coffee. I already don't like the taste of coffee. It made me sick. And now, I have to sleep in a room that's aroma was of burnt beans. This truly sucks. You'd think Shawn would take better care of his house. Maybe he's too poor to afford a maid. Maybe he could get his cleanly girlfriend to do his dirty work. Lord knows she'd crawl across the Sahara desert just to lick his feet. What a gruesome sight that is.
Her beautiful long blonde hair matted down with sweat. Her eyes burning from the sand storms that blow those impeccable particle into her eyes. Her body weak from walking mile after mile. Her begging God to save her. Begging him to make sure she makes it to water. She'll keep telling herself water is all she needs to make it.
Why am I making fun of my best friend? Yep, jealousy. The girl knows where her love life is going. Shawn may not be the brightest man in this world, but he does care for her. I'm just bitter. It's not like men are running away from me when I walk by. Actually, they are feeling up my front by now. Yeah, boobies. Stuff like that. Damn, Asher. What's with him? I just walk up to him and want to get undressed. That isn't me at all. What's up? If that were my future, then I'd rather dwell in my past. At least that way I know I won't be a slut. A slut. What harsh words to call myself. But, that's what I am becoming. I mean I wanted to fuck Asher after only a day or two of knowing him. That's so not me. Maybe he is right. Maybe Julianna is taking me over. Why won't that dead bitch get her own body? Mine's taken, thank you. Go bug someone like Anita. She definitely needs the attention. I laughed at myself as I began to count the brown stain marks on the ceiling. One, two. Two men. Two annoying men that won't leave me alone. Yeah, but look who is losing sleep over them? Ugh! Why can't I have a normal life? Because God decided to make me a freak. Thank you God. Well, I probably deserve it. Most people don't have to kill anyone to survive. I'm special. Yeah, let's just call it that.
I turned over to my side in the bed. I rested my left hand under my chin. My Vanilla Fields perfume filled the air. This room didn't smell half bad now. Ah, my eyes are starting to get blurry. Yeah, time to sleep now. Hopefully when I wake up, neither Cameron nor Asher will be there. Let's just pray. I had enough of them. I'm basically sick of the boys. Give me a break please.
I yawned in the darkness of the soiled, stinky room. Geez, I'm tired. Why can't I sleep? I sat up briefly in the bed, turned my back to the walls, and then pounded my fists into the feather pillows. I threw my body back with my head crashing into the pillows. For some strange reason, I didn't want to sleep. Was I dreading the fact that my time is St. Louis was cutting short? Hell no. I rolled over on my back. Man, will this night ever be over? My eyes began to have trouble opening. Yes, I was finally getting sleepy. My yawn interrupted my words. H...o...w... w...o...n...d...e...r...f...u...l... You know you're sleepy when your thoughts become one with your yawns. The darkness took me over. Sleep. Luscious sleep. I giggled at my own silliness. Life is made up of bittersweet kisses that sink into your skin.
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The sounds of sirens were the only thing I could hear. My front room was filled with blood. Whose blood, I didn't know. I stood near my black lacquer table holding my broken black vase in both of my hands. Who broke it? Who knew?
I turned around slowly looking at all the walls. They were soaked with blood. All my pictures were soaked. My sister's, my parent's, every single one of them. I wiggled my toes and felt that my socks were soaked. I looked down at my feet to see my shoes were completely covered by blood. God, this stuff was up to my ankles. My feet slashed through the blood as I walked over to my couch. I stared down at my hands seeing the vase melt away into blood. I flapped my hands up and down trying to flick blood off of them. I rubbed my palms all over my black jeans. I froze when I sensed something in front of me. I raised my eyes up slowly. It couldn't be what I thought it was. No. My stomach turned bitterly as I first caught glance of Andromeda's dead body lying across the entire couch decaying. The smell hit me all at once. I turned my head away with my hands covering my mouth. I was going to lose my stomach. I ran over to my chair and dumped myself in it. I leaned my head forward throwing up invisible food. The smell of Andromeda's body was too overwhelming for me. I turned my head away from everything. I watched the trees sway outside of my small window. My stomach began to calm down. Everything was flowing right. But, the air still smelled like dead flesh. Will the smell ever go away? I turned my head back at the couch. This time Andromeda's dead body was gone. I jumped up out of the chair, but lost my balance. I fell face first into the blood. I tried to sit up, but something was holding my head in the blood. I screamed aloud taking in blood through my mouth and nose. My arms flung back beating against the hands that held me. They wouldn't move. My lungs began to beg for air. My chest ached. My eyes burned from the air being pulled from my body. I was going to die. My eyes flicked open wide. The blood stained my eyesight. Everything was red. Blood red. My vision closed off like a brick wall was put up before it. My lungs felt like they exploded. My body didn't move, but I could still sense it. It was like I was having an out of body experience. I could still think, I could still feel, but I couldn't move. Then it hit me. I just died.
I jumped up out of bed screaming. I covered my eyes with my hands afraid that the walls of this room were full of blood. Cameron came running into the room heading straight towards me. I fell down on my knees rocking back and forth. I screamed nonstop as I rocked myself all the way back into the corner. Cameron tried to get close to me, but I screamed louder every time he touched me. Claudia ran up to me holding her robe closed with her hands. I looked up at her crying. She fell to her knees and pulled me closer to her. I laid my head on her shoulders as she held on tight. I fell back to sleep in her arms.