after the knife fight
Feb 21, 2017 17:59:49 GMT -5
Post by themirrorthief on Feb 21, 2017 17:59:49 GMT -5
It was the winter of love, or something like that. I was selling coke and living large. Driving around in my vintage chevelle and shooting my glock into the air. It was crazy, almost as crazy as me. If you know what I mean. It was the fucking nineties man...you know. I never really thought about love, I didn't know what that meant. Besides I was in love with myself and my totally unrealistic life.
Things began to change one night at a club. I made several sales and some dudes try to rob me. We got in a knife fight and when one of them was on the floor I tried to make my getaway. I made it to the chevelle before realizing I had lost my keys. And I was bleeding all over my damned self. I looked up at the sky and it was full of stars, really beautiful you know. This is so fucked up I mused, staring at the blood on my hands and clothes. A totally strange girl came up to me and asked if I was alright.
"Not really, I think I need a lift to a hospital...can you help me out with a ride?"
She took my hand and led me to a beat up ford. We got in and I tried to not pass out. I really felt like shit. "Maybe you shouldn't go to the hospital or home dude, I think you might have killed that asshole back there."
"I'm bleeding," I groaned.
"I'm a med school student. Let's go to my place, I think I can fix you up."
I was in no shape to argue with her. She helped into her pad and I lay down on her couch after she took off most of my clothes. She gave me a handful of pills and a big glass of strong wine to wash it down. She got a pan of hot water and some soap and washed the cuts out. She put medicine on them and sewed them up like a real pro. I drank some more wine and passed out for a good long nap.
The next morning I woke feeling like shit and stiff as hell but I was alive. She came out of the shower dressed in a towel. I realized that my savior was quite beautiful, the kind of beautiful that didn't need makeup. I wondered what she was doing at that filthy club the night before. I wondered what I was doing there too.
"My name is Kay and I will be back soon, gotta go work half a shift or I'll lose my job."
I waved her on and went back to sleep. When I woke she was still gone. I downed another huge dose of wine and felt a lot better. I called a chum and left as soon as he arrived. It would have called her later but didn't have her number.
The entire incident was sort of a wakeup call for me. I joined the Marines and went to Iraq. I got shot in the leg and sent back home with a limp and plenty of disillusionment. My dad suggested I see a counselor to help ease my re entry into society. I was like what the fuck and got an appointment at a nearby clinic.
A receptionist ushered me into a plush office and I sat there expecting the worse. A woman came in with a pen and pad and cup of coffee. She down across from me and her pretty eyes flew open wide. It was Kay. "Hello, its been a long time," I mumbled.
"The last time I saw you was not a good time. You bled all over my apartment." she said.
I shrugged.
She put her professional face back on and we talked for a long time. In fact she cancelled her next to appointments. I told her about my leg and being in combat and how I had failed at everything. "My heart just isn't into what I need."
After a few more sessions, she surprised me by asking me out to dinner. She was so beautiful I was drunk with desire for her. I hadn't had a girlfriend in a damned long time. She took my hand just like that night when I got hurt. She led me around like a pet dog which I guess I was. I fell into a deep depression later and skipped the rest of our appointments. I had nothing to offer her, not a damned thing except a depressed ass and a world full of hurt feelings. It was five years before I saw her again. I was in the hospital dying from aids that I gotten from a dirty needle.
She came into the room and held my hand again and said she loved me. "Its a miracle," I said just before taking my last ragged breath. I cant forget how long and dark her hair was. So long and dark. so dark
Things began to change one night at a club. I made several sales and some dudes try to rob me. We got in a knife fight and when one of them was on the floor I tried to make my getaway. I made it to the chevelle before realizing I had lost my keys. And I was bleeding all over my damned self. I looked up at the sky and it was full of stars, really beautiful you know. This is so fucked up I mused, staring at the blood on my hands and clothes. A totally strange girl came up to me and asked if I was alright.
"Not really, I think I need a lift to a hospital...can you help me out with a ride?"
She took my hand and led me to a beat up ford. We got in and I tried to not pass out. I really felt like shit. "Maybe you shouldn't go to the hospital or home dude, I think you might have killed that asshole back there."
"I'm bleeding," I groaned.
"I'm a med school student. Let's go to my place, I think I can fix you up."
I was in no shape to argue with her. She helped into her pad and I lay down on her couch after she took off most of my clothes. She gave me a handful of pills and a big glass of strong wine to wash it down. She got a pan of hot water and some soap and washed the cuts out. She put medicine on them and sewed them up like a real pro. I drank some more wine and passed out for a good long nap.
The next morning I woke feeling like shit and stiff as hell but I was alive. She came out of the shower dressed in a towel. I realized that my savior was quite beautiful, the kind of beautiful that didn't need makeup. I wondered what she was doing at that filthy club the night before. I wondered what I was doing there too.
"My name is Kay and I will be back soon, gotta go work half a shift or I'll lose my job."
I waved her on and went back to sleep. When I woke she was still gone. I downed another huge dose of wine and felt a lot better. I called a chum and left as soon as he arrived. It would have called her later but didn't have her number.
The entire incident was sort of a wakeup call for me. I joined the Marines and went to Iraq. I got shot in the leg and sent back home with a limp and plenty of disillusionment. My dad suggested I see a counselor to help ease my re entry into society. I was like what the fuck and got an appointment at a nearby clinic.
A receptionist ushered me into a plush office and I sat there expecting the worse. A woman came in with a pen and pad and cup of coffee. She down across from me and her pretty eyes flew open wide. It was Kay. "Hello, its been a long time," I mumbled.
"The last time I saw you was not a good time. You bled all over my apartment." she said.
I shrugged.
She put her professional face back on and we talked for a long time. In fact she cancelled her next to appointments. I told her about my leg and being in combat and how I had failed at everything. "My heart just isn't into what I need."
After a few more sessions, she surprised me by asking me out to dinner. She was so beautiful I was drunk with desire for her. I hadn't had a girlfriend in a damned long time. She took my hand just like that night when I got hurt. She led me around like a pet dog which I guess I was. I fell into a deep depression later and skipped the rest of our appointments. I had nothing to offer her, not a damned thing except a depressed ass and a world full of hurt feelings. It was five years before I saw her again. I was in the hospital dying from aids that I gotten from a dirty needle.
She came into the room and held my hand again and said she loved me. "Its a miracle," I said just before taking my last ragged breath. I cant forget how long and dark her hair was. So long and dark. so dark
