[Three]Downfall
Three. Awakening
I am heavily panting and I am scared. Chills run up my spine and I seem to be running away from something. A wolf’s howl echoes and as I look around, I see myself surrounded by multitudes of dead trees. I panic but I remain frozen in place. Despicable laugher is heard from afar and I am terrified at the events. I hear footsteps, loudly increasing in sound as it continues. I look back and I see a terrifying figure. It was the Baphomet itself, bringing its death scythe and slowly it takes its time to move towards me.
I try to break away but it seems like I am trapped in place. I feel powerless for what is about to come.
“Why don’t you hurt me? Crush me to remove the pain? Kill me to satisfy your brokenness. Avenge yourself for what I have done.”
Its voice is devilish and terrifying. My heart beats faster than ever as I see it lift its scythe and in a matter of seconds, it hits my body.
I open my eyes and I sit up on my bed, heavily panting. I feel sweat run down my face and I try to look around my surroundings.
I realize that I am in my room, awake at exactly 2:00 A.M. as my clock says.
A night terror, something that I have never had before. I try to catch my breath and I lie back on my bed.
Until daybreak, I was not able to fall asleep again.
I let out a faint yawn as I struggle to stay awake with my surgery class. To my tiredness, I decide to dismiss myself for the bathroom so I head for the door.
Upon opening it, I see her with a mischievous smile.
“Let’s go skip class.” She tells me.
“I have a test coming up. I can’t.” I protest. Although the test is two weeks from now, skipping is not common for me to do.
“I left my drama class early and I have a test soon too. But I’m really bored and I know you are too.”
She is already gripping my hand, ready to leave.
I sigh and I finally give in to her request.
“Okay let me get my things.”
“No, let’s go. Just tell your friend to bring your things.”
I try to pull away but she is too strong. I end up getting dragged by her.
After two bus rides, we finally arrive to our destination, the beach.
The breeze is strong and the skies are cloudy.
We go to the shoreline and I see her extend both hands sideward and breathing in the sea breeze.
I feel content and my tiredness is gone as we look onto the horizon.
An hour has passed and I feel drowsy as ever. The last thing I remembered from that moment was that she brought out a blanket for us to sit on.
Waking up, I find myself sleeping on her lap, slowly caressing my hair. At this rate, I do not know what to expect so I pretend to be asleep a little bit more until I feel her stop.
“Had a nice nap?” I hear her say.
I open my eyes and adjust my eyesight with the brightness of the sun. As I look onto her face, I notice her smile.
I get up from my position and sit up to face her. Although I am little bit flustered with what she was doing moments ago, I slowly nod in response to her question.
She then glances at the clock and notifies me that we should leave since it is getting late.
We carefully fold the sheet and we walk towards the bus stop, our hands entwined together.
During the bus ride, we do not exchange any words but I see her constantly texting on her cellphone with an upset look on her face. As she notices me steal a glance, she does not smile at me like she usually does; rather, she goes back to texting.
We walk around my neighborhood as she says she wants to kill time before going home. I find this severely odd since she is acting very different compared to the times that we have been together. Today, instead of holding hands, only our pinkies link us together as we walk. She is engrossed with her phone for the entire time.
We finally reach my doorstep and I take out my key to unlock it. I invite her in and she nods as she says she needs to make an important phone call first.
I just nod at her request, and I go inside, leaving the door half open for her.
As I start to boil hot water for tea, I lean against the counter and stare at the fuming kettle, just trying to get lost in my thoughts.
Moments after, I start to hear her screaming on the phone from outside.
“I don’t care! You f*cking cheated on me! We’re over!” I hear her say.
My eyes open wide at what I just heard. I never knew she had a boyfriend and I did not expect her to bottle her emotions for the entire time she was with me.
Not wanting her to notice my eavesdropping, I proceed with making the tea, pouring servings onto the china cups.
Eventually I hear the door shut and I see her stomp her way to the couch.
Trying to ignore what just happened, I slowly set the tea in front of her and I feel her grip on my wrist, stopping me from setting the tea down.
With her touch, I become startled that I almost spill the tea on the table before placing it on the table.
We end up staring at each other’s eyes and we stay still in that position for several minutes.
She then takes the first move and in a swift motion, I feel her push me on the couch and she straddles herself onto my lap.
I only look at her, unsure of what to do but I find her touching my face as I fix my gaze upon her. Her eyes are filled with lust and longing but I continue to look at her with shock.
I notice her breath getting uneven as she slowly strips away the clothes she is wearing then proceeding to unbutton my own. I try to question her actions but no words would come out of my mouth. I end up merely observing what is yet to come.
She then leans in and kisses me. It is rough and extremely sensual that eventually, I retaliate back.
After our heavy session of foreplay, we both end up in my bedroom to satisfy what was ignited several minutes ago.
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Harsh daylight penetrates throughout my windows that it wakens me up. I see myself naked with only sheets covering me and I feel exhausted from last night’s events.
I sit up, trying to look for traces of her but I fail. I realize that am alone and perhaps, she had already left my apartment.
I eventually head out to the shower and start my daily routine, only to find myself again, recalling flashbacks from last night’s events.
Her touch, her moans, and her expressions seem to be the only things flooding my mind.
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(Four. Confession.)