Wrote this on a whim after reading one of the harlequin demons stories.
Insane Marik.
Too long.
You've been gone too long.
Scratchscratchscratch.
I claw at the skin on my wrist.
Some people bite lips. Chew nails. I tear skin.
Scratchscratchscratch.
The tan flesh turns pink, then red.
Red like blood. Like the love you gave me. Or maybe you didn't. I don't know anything anymore.
You've been gone so long.
You fucking liar, you said you'd come back. But how long has it been now? How many years?
Red is blood now, flowing from my wrist. I think it hurts, but I can't be sure.
Scratchscratchscratch.
I love you. Why did you leave me? What's that, in my wrist? It looks like a muscle you see on a poster in the health room-why do I know that?
Come back to me.
Scratchscratchscratchscratch.
It's beginning to hurt more now. The smell of blood is overwhelming, but I'm used to it.
You always smelled like blood.
I can't go any further. It's too hard, too solid. The red is pink, like it's mixed with white.
White.
You, you hair, you skin, your whole being is white. Was. Because it must be red now, red and gray and covered in brown because if you've been gone this long, then you must be dead.
I start on my other wrist.
Scratchhscratchscratch.
It's taking too long.
Time is an essence. Where have I heard that before? You've probably said it to me. Most of the things I remember are about you.
I pull out a knife. It's long, the blade glistening silver. I put it to my wrist.
The pain isn't nearly as bad as what my heart is feeling. I think it must have been decades since I've seen you. I wonder if it even compares to the pain in my heart?
Curiosity killed the cat. Did you tell me that, too?
I decided to test it.
I put the knife to my chest. I can feel the tip digging into my flesh. I push it in, slowly. The pain is more severe now, I almost want it to stop-but decide against it, deciding that it still isn't as much as the pain I felt everysecond of everyday that you aren't here.
I hear something open. Footsteps.
My visions blurry. All I see is white. White and red.
"Marik? Oh god, Marik!"
I hear beeping. Someone talking again. I recognize the voice.
"I don't know, I was only at the store for thirty minutes!-"
You've finally come back to me.