Chapter 15: Forget to Remember
Comments: Oh, how I've upset my reviewers. I guess I apologize for bringing back the angst but as my best friend would say, "Your doom and gloom rain cloud follows you everywhere."
Mood Song: Crawling by Linkin Park
"Do you pull me up just to push me down again?" -'Happy' (Mudvayne)
The hardwood floor against my back feels surprisingly good. I'm lying here between the couch and the coffee table watching the ceiling fan turn.
Around and around.
A half-empty bottle of wine, that I was saving for a special occasion, is clutched loosely in my hand. Oh, Mustang, can't you overcome the trials of life without drinking yourself into a coma?
But I can't lie. I feel terrible about what I did. Or didn't do.
It was just an animal. That's what I kept telling myself. It was better to forget it was ever out there than to bring it here and have it die on me. In my arms, stiff and lifeless.
I bring the bottle to my mouth and take a swig. I can feel my body growing warm, my mind settling in some sort of fog.
Till all I'm aware of is Tchaikovsky playing gently from the other side of the room and the ceiling fan.
Spinning slowly on its axis. Round and round.
Mask of Mirage