Cannibal Boy and Incest Girl
Part Ten.
"I really shouldn't be showing you these.." He glanced over at Iris, the sun was shining through the tiny holes in the blinds making little bright spots over her milk white throat.
"Probably not. So why are you?" She said and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I have been keeping this a secret for so long. Lying to people. Trying to act normal. But for once, i can be myself. And it just feels so good."
"Well, almost myself" He added.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Never mind." He looked at his tools one more time before closing the suitcase and placing it on the floor.
"I'm just.." He started. "Gonna.. you know, get rid of the body."
"Good idea. You want help?"
"No, just.. go home. I have to do this by myself."
"Are you sure? I don't mind." She didn't. Dead things never scared her. And she didn't wanna go home anyways. To her disturbingly silent and plain apartment."
"Yes. Just go."
"But.. can i see you again?" If he said no, she would die.
"Yes. But just go now."
"Okay. I will, but how.. i mean can i call you... or something?" He got up from the bed and walked over to her.
"Give me your hand." He reached for it, but she pulled it away.
"It's okay" Of course it was okay. She didn't know why she did that.
He reached for her hand again. Their skins touched. Dried blood, white skin, chipped nails and a weird attraction.
He pulled a pencil out of his pocket and scribbled some numbers down on her palm. He let go. She didn't want him too. She wanted to hold his hands forever.
"There it is. Now, please, go." She closed her hand as if she was holding on to his number.
He watched her turn away from him. Put on her shoes.
With a quick twist of the handle the front-door was open. Fresh air sneaked it's way down her throat. Without looking back she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.
He sat still on the bed, listening to her walking down the steps with heavy feet.
One,two,three,four, five, and.. silence. She was gone. Not for good. But still, all he wanted to do was run after her.
But he had some things to deal with.
"Probably not. So why are you?" She said and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I have been keeping this a secret for so long. Lying to people. Trying to act normal. But for once, i can be myself. And it just feels so good."
"Well, almost myself" He added.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Never mind." He looked at his tools one more time before closing the suitcase and placing it on the floor.
"I'm just.." He started. "Gonna.. you know, get rid of the body."
"Good idea. You want help?"
"No, just.. go home. I have to do this by myself."
"Are you sure? I don't mind." She didn't. Dead things never scared her. And she didn't wanna go home anyways. To her disturbingly silent and plain apartment."
"Yes. Just go."
"But.. can i see you again?" If he said no, she would die.
"Yes. But just go now."
"Okay. I will, but how.. i mean can i call you... or something?" He got up from the bed and walked over to her.
"Give me your hand." He reached for it, but she pulled it away.
"It's okay" Of course it was okay. She didn't know why she did that.
He reached for her hand again. Their skins touched. Dried blood, white skin, chipped nails and a weird attraction.
He pulled a pencil out of his pocket and scribbled some numbers down on her palm. He let go. She didn't want him too. She wanted to hold his hands forever.
"There it is. Now, please, go." She closed her hand as if she was holding on to his number.
He watched her turn away from him. Put on her shoes.
With a quick twist of the handle the front-door was open. Fresh air sneaked it's way down her throat. Without looking back she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.
He sat still on the bed, listening to her walking down the steps with heavy feet.
One,two,three,four, five, and.. silence. She was gone. Not for good. But still, all he wanted to do was run after her.
But he had some things to deal with.
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SO SORRY for late update. I haven't been feeling like writing anything lately. And also, apparently my grammar and spelling sucks. Haha. Sorry for that. :( At least I'm better at it now, just did a spell check.. no spelling errors :D Yay me, haha.Hope you guys like it anyways.
This song is btw really inspiring: (Sweetheart come by Nick Cave and the bad seeds)
Come over here, babe
It ain't that bad
I don't claim to understand
The troubles that you've had
But the dogs you say they fed you to
Lay their muzzles in your lap
And the lions that they led you to
Lie down and take a nap
The ones you fear are wind and air
And I love you without measure
It seems we can be happy now
Be it better late than never
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me
The burdens that you carry now
Are not of your creation
So let's not weep for their evil deeds
But for their lack of imagination
Today's the time for courage, babe
Tomorrow can be for forgiving
And if he touches you again with his stupid hands
His life won't be worth living
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me
Walk with me now under the stars
For it's a clear and easy pleasure
And be happy in my company
For I love you without measure
Walk with me now under the stars
It's a safe and easy pleasure
It seems we can be happy now
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never