Can't Stay Away

My eyes watered from the pain engulfing my body as I entered the bathroom. I looked around, finding a towel. I picked it up quickly and wrapped it around the large gash on my arm. I winced every time I breathed, my breath ragged. I lifted up my shirt, seeing fresh bruises forming on my stomach over the old ones.

I caught my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. My nose was obviously broken. Two black eyes. A cut on my cheek. And a thin line of blood coming down my forehead out of my hair from seemingly nowhere.

"Ryan? Why'd you leave me?" I heard him ask me. I turned around and smiled at Brendon, standing in the doorway, a large knife in his right hand, it's blade stained with my blood. When I saw Brendon, I smiled, my pain was forgotten.

"Sorry," I said. I held up my arm. "Needed a towel."

"It's ok," he said, stepping toward me. He wrapped his arms around me and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me. I felt the blade of the knife gently moving over my back, before finally feeling it pierce through my shirt into my flesh. I pulled away from Brendon quickly letting out a gasp of pain. I groaned. Brendon kissed me again.

We pulled away again after a minute, but I left my arms around Brendon, my forehead resting in the crook of his neck.

"I love you Brendon," I said.

"I know," Brendon said. "I love you too."