It was like another day, just like any another day. She sat beside the window sill, wondering what he was up to. He, he was on the verge of a breakthrough. It had been coming. “No”, he thought to himself. “I can’t be thinking about her right now. I need to first make sure that I am able to fix this,” he said, thinking aloud.
Suddenly, his head moved to the right, he did not know why he did that. He moved his head back again and stared into the laptop. His train of thought had now been derailed. He placed his hands on the keys and started to type. He stopped. He tried to recall what he was trying to type. It just wouldn’t come back to him. He continued to stare into the screen. He closed his eyes, but all he could think about was her.
Her lips have been sealed; she was staring at him, asking him to release her. He saw cut marks on her wrists and on the side of her breasts. It’s like she had surgery. She continued to stare at him. He seemed to be enjoying the image. He wondered if he had seen this girl before. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to, lest he couldn’t recall the image.
She looked down; her breath had created a translucent ball image on the window pane. She wanted to make a smiley face. She moved her fingers on the fogged glass; her fingers are imagining a happy face, her mind, not so much. Suddenly, her head moved to the right, she did not know why she did that. She moved her face back towards the window sill. She had no idea why she is staring into a sad smiley face. Her eyes closed, she tried to recall her last thoughts.
His eyes have been sealed. They had been sewn shut. His mouth was wide open, there is blood pouring out, not a lot, just enough, like he had been punched a several times. He was shirtless; there were precision cut marks on his chest. She couldn’t remember who this man was. But he looked familiar. He was trying to say something. His lips were moving, but she was unable to decipher. She leaned forward, as to get a better understanding, but the more she leaned ahead, the more his voice thinned. She opened one eye, she could still see him; she closed her eye, and now he was gone.
She wanted to say something, but words just did not come out. It was like her lips had been sewn shut. The words were all there, just not audible to her. She tried once again, this time she was able to say it out loud. She raised her tone; it got louder and louder and louder. She screamed on the top of her voice. She finally settled down. She was now blind.
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