Weird, I knew Heather had always felt that way about me, but hearing her say it, it just
felt wonderful. She drew back and looked into my eyes, she had a small, happy smile. I
couldn't help but smile back at her. I then leaned forward and kissed her, as we held each
other closely, and this time she was ready for it. Afterwards, we sat back down. I took a
sip of my coffee. I felt strange, after telling her. Things just, felt so different. Heather
suddenly looked happier, as if all the worries in her life were taken away, as if she had
been given a clean slate, all because I said I loved her. I looked at Heather as I thought;
she was sipping her coffee, calmly staring downward with a peaceful smile. It was so hard to
believe, a shy new girl, just moved in, only two years ago, and now here we are, two years
later, in love. I felt like I had to do something then, say something, anything.
Heather laid her head on the table, laying an arm onto the table to rest her head on. I held
her hand as she stared off at the wall. She squeezed my hand as I held hers. It seemed like
minutes passed, while we just stayed like this, not saying a word. I glanced over at
Heather; her eyes were closed. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling fan,
thoughts circling my mind. "So, now we love each other, yet it still feels the same as
before, just, better." I looked at Heather; her eyes were open, still starting off. "All my
other girlfriends, I never felt like this before, not at all." The fan was tossing sunlight
around the room, brightening and darkening the room with each swing of the blade. Everything
seemed to slow to a crawl. I slowly stood up and lightly released my grip from Heather's
hand. I walked over to the window on the other side of the room; I could feel the warmth of
the light as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes.
I opened the window quietly and stuck my body outside, watching the busy, noisy street life
of cars and pedestrians beneath me. I lit a cigarette, lightly chewing at it in my teeth,
letting puffs out.
My mind was clear for a change, it wasn't full of worry or boredom. I had nothing to worry
about anymore: School, my future, nothing mattered now. All because behind me was a person
who actually cared about me, didn't see me as nothing. "I guess that's what love is?" I
relaxed and took in the sights before me, no matter how useless they were. After a while of
staring, I checked my watch. It was only eleven sixteen. "Feel's like it's been longer." I
stretched my arms and tossed my burnt cigarette out the window. I turned around and walked
back towards the table. Heather was still resting on the table. I stood beside her; she
looked asleep, her face had slid off her arm and onto the table. "Ha, reminds me of myself
in school. She'll probably have a big red mark on her face." I walked over to her bedroom
and picked up a small, blue throw pillow from her bed. It had a disgustingly cute rabbit
face stitched onto it. It made me smile. "Typical Heather." I walked back over, and crouched
down beside her. I nudged her shoulder, whispering, "Heather, Heather," She didn't respond.
I put my hand on her face, speaking at normal volume. "Heather."
Her eyes shot open in horror. She gasped loudly in shock and jumped out of the chair. She
fell down and backed away quickly, pulling herself away with her hands. "Heather?!" I
dropped the pillow and walked towards her. "What the hell is going on?" She had her back to
the wall; she was shivering all over. "Get away!" She slowly stood herself up, her knees
trembling, holding onto the wall with her fingernails dug into the wallpaper. I don't think
she even knew it was I, her eyes saw me as a threat, a monster, and an intruder. I took
small steps towards her, speaking gently. "It's me, Kyle." With each step, her breaths
became quicker, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes were not hers. She shot
off towards the door, not looking back. "KYLE!! HELP ME!!!" She fumbled at the doorknob,
pulling at the door as hard as she could. I stood still, unable to move. "What's happened to
her! What the hell is going on!" I found myself freaking out, now I was yelling. "HEATHER!
IT'S ME!!" When she heard me yell, she suddenly spun around, her eyes narrowed. "PLEASE,
somebody, help…" She fell to her knees and cried heavily while she stared at my eyes in
terror. "Please, don't…" I began to walk towards her. She lowered her head as I stood before
her. "Go away!" I didn't want to startle her again, so I gently placed my hand on her left
shoulder. She winced and gasped when I touched her. She raised her head slowly, looking
away, still crying. She spoke in a whisper. "Someone…" When I placed my other hand on her
right shoulder, she erupted. "HELP!" I found my voice becoming eerily quiet. "Shut up
Heather." She kept crying like a baby. "Shut up." Heather screaming her head off wasn't
helping anything. No matter what I said, she wouldn't shut the hell up. The bitch kept
wailing on and on. "God, she needs to shut her mouth!!" I could feel my teeth clenching
together. "God damn it Heather." I threw my right hand across her mouth and nose and slammed
her head against the door. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Her eyes darted open, looking at me, as if her eyes were screaming. She sounded like she was
hyper ventilating. My grip on her grew tighter, almost to a choke on her mouth. My hair was
dangling in front, poking my eyes, I couldn't see, there was no color. Some rage was woken
up inside of me; I had no control of myself.
Somehow, I regained my consciousness, and color returned to me. I found myself with my right
hand clasped tightly on Heather's mouth, she was gasping for air. I threw my arm back and
jumped backward in shock, knocking a chair over. Heather fell to the floor, choking for air,
like she was drowning. "What the hell did I just do!?" I too was gasping for air, watching
Heather suffering right before me. She raised herself on one knee, still catching her
breath; she then bolted for her room. I reached for her as she ran, but she was too fast; I
ran after her.
She quickly grabbed a small, ceramic vase off an end table in the corner and threw it at me.
It smashed into my chest, briefly knocking the wind of me. I stumbled forward after her
room. She slammed the door and locked it. "Heather! Please!" I pounded at the door. I could
hear her crying behind the door. "Heather! I don't know what I did! Please! Open the door! I
won't hurt you!" She didn't answer back; I only heard her cries. "How? What just happened!"
My head was pounding. "I just attacked her, this wasn't me, this wasn't me." I fell to the
floor, my back sliding against the door. I held my hands in front of me, looking at them in
disbelief. "I just attacked Heather, I just hurt her, what have I done?" My hands fell to
the floor limp; I looked at the overturned chairs and broken vase. "This isn't happening,
this is not real."
Heather continued to cry behind me. It was the only sound I could hear; I couldn't even hear
myself think. I've never heard a worse sound in my life.
felt wonderful. She drew back and looked into my eyes, she had a small, happy smile. I
couldn't help but smile back at her. I then leaned forward and kissed her, as we held each
other closely, and this time she was ready for it. Afterwards, we sat back down. I took a
sip of my coffee. I felt strange, after telling her. Things just, felt so different. Heather
suddenly looked happier, as if all the worries in her life were taken away, as if she had
been given a clean slate, all because I said I loved her. I looked at Heather as I thought;
she was sipping her coffee, calmly staring downward with a peaceful smile. It was so hard to
believe, a shy new girl, just moved in, only two years ago, and now here we are, two years
later, in love. I felt like I had to do something then, say something, anything.
Heather laid her head on the table, laying an arm onto the table to rest her head on. I held
her hand as she stared off at the wall. She squeezed my hand as I held hers. It seemed like
minutes passed, while we just stayed like this, not saying a word. I glanced over at
Heather; her eyes were closed. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling fan,
thoughts circling my mind. "So, now we love each other, yet it still feels the same as
before, just, better." I looked at Heather; her eyes were open, still starting off. "All my
other girlfriends, I never felt like this before, not at all." The fan was tossing sunlight
around the room, brightening and darkening the room with each swing of the blade. Everything
seemed to slow to a crawl. I slowly stood up and lightly released my grip from Heather's
hand. I walked over to the window on the other side of the room; I could feel the warmth of
the light as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes.
I opened the window quietly and stuck my body outside, watching the busy, noisy street life
of cars and pedestrians beneath me. I lit a cigarette, lightly chewing at it in my teeth,
letting puffs out.
My mind was clear for a change, it wasn't full of worry or boredom. I had nothing to worry
about anymore: School, my future, nothing mattered now. All because behind me was a person
who actually cared about me, didn't see me as nothing. "I guess that's what love is?" I
relaxed and took in the sights before me, no matter how useless they were. After a while of
staring, I checked my watch. It was only eleven sixteen. "Feel's like it's been longer." I
stretched my arms and tossed my burnt cigarette out the window. I turned around and walked
back towards the table. Heather was still resting on the table. I stood beside her; she
looked asleep, her face had slid off her arm and onto the table. "Ha, reminds me of myself
in school. She'll probably have a big red mark on her face." I walked over to her bedroom
and picked up a small, blue throw pillow from her bed. It had a disgustingly cute rabbit
face stitched onto it. It made me smile. "Typical Heather." I walked back over, and crouched
down beside her. I nudged her shoulder, whispering, "Heather, Heather," She didn't respond.
I put my hand on her face, speaking at normal volume. "Heather."
Her eyes shot open in horror. She gasped loudly in shock and jumped out of the chair. She
fell down and backed away quickly, pulling herself away with her hands. "Heather?!" I
dropped the pillow and walked towards her. "What the hell is going on?" She had her back to
the wall; she was shivering all over. "Get away!" She slowly stood herself up, her knees
trembling, holding onto the wall with her fingernails dug into the wallpaper. I don't think
she even knew it was I, her eyes saw me as a threat, a monster, and an intruder. I took
small steps towards her, speaking gently. "It's me, Kyle." With each step, her breaths
became quicker, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her eyes were not hers. She shot
off towards the door, not looking back. "KYLE!! HELP ME!!!" She fumbled at the doorknob,
pulling at the door as hard as she could. I stood still, unable to move. "What's happened to
her! What the hell is going on!" I found myself freaking out, now I was yelling. "HEATHER!
IT'S ME!!" When she heard me yell, she suddenly spun around, her eyes narrowed. "PLEASE,
somebody, help…" She fell to her knees and cried heavily while she stared at my eyes in
terror. "Please, don't…" I began to walk towards her. She lowered her head as I stood before
her. "Go away!" I didn't want to startle her again, so I gently placed my hand on her left
shoulder. She winced and gasped when I touched her. She raised her head slowly, looking
away, still crying. She spoke in a whisper. "Someone…" When I placed my other hand on her
right shoulder, she erupted. "HELP!" I found my voice becoming eerily quiet. "Shut up
Heather." She kept crying like a baby. "Shut up." Heather screaming her head off wasn't
helping anything. No matter what I said, she wouldn't shut the hell up. The bitch kept
wailing on and on. "God, she needs to shut her mouth!!" I could feel my teeth clenching
together. "God damn it Heather." I threw my right hand across her mouth and nose and slammed
her head against the door. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
Her eyes darted open, looking at me, as if her eyes were screaming. She sounded like she was
hyper ventilating. My grip on her grew tighter, almost to a choke on her mouth. My hair was
dangling in front, poking my eyes, I couldn't see, there was no color. Some rage was woken
up inside of me; I had no control of myself.
Somehow, I regained my consciousness, and color returned to me. I found myself with my right
hand clasped tightly on Heather's mouth, she was gasping for air. I threw my arm back and
jumped backward in shock, knocking a chair over. Heather fell to the floor, choking for air,
like she was drowning. "What the hell did I just do!?" I too was gasping for air, watching
Heather suffering right before me. She raised herself on one knee, still catching her
breath; she then bolted for her room. I reached for her as she ran, but she was too fast; I
ran after her.
She quickly grabbed a small, ceramic vase off an end table in the corner and threw it at me.
It smashed into my chest, briefly knocking the wind of me. I stumbled forward after her
room. She slammed the door and locked it. "Heather! Please!" I pounded at the door. I could
hear her crying behind the door. "Heather! I don't know what I did! Please! Open the door! I
won't hurt you!" She didn't answer back; I only heard her cries. "How? What just happened!"
My head was pounding. "I just attacked her, this wasn't me, this wasn't me." I fell to the
floor, my back sliding against the door. I held my hands in front of me, looking at them in
disbelief. "I just attacked Heather, I just hurt her, what have I done?" My hands fell to
the floor limp; I looked at the overturned chairs and broken vase. "This isn't happening,
this is not real."
Heather continued to cry behind me. It was the only sound I could hear; I couldn't even hear
myself think. I've never heard a worse sound in my life.
