It\u2019s hard to concentrate. It could be the alcohol, or it could be the lack of drugs. It could also be the blood loss, or really any combination of the three.<\/p>\n
I fold myself in half at the waist, my arms behind my back. It\u2019s hard to stay upright, and I\u2019m swaying slightly, left, right, left. I don\u2019t remember where the hole in my side came from. It\u2019s big though, deep, as long as my index finger, and it\u2019s been bleeding for a while now. The bed sheet is soaked red around where I sit, a halo in the fabric.<\/p>\n
Where is my shirt? I had one on when I got here. Maybe I took it off to check my wound. I don\u2019t see any blood on my bra, which is good news at least. It\u2019s my favorite one, and fits me better than any of the others.<\/p>\n
Out the window, there\u2019s the Volkswagen bus I drove here. Did I drive? I think I did. It\u2019s not my car, it\u2019s Daniel\u2019s. I don\u2019t think he\u2019s going to be driving it back though. Hard to drive with broken hands.<\/p>\n
The hammer, right? That\u2019s what I was using. I don\u2019t remember which end of it, but the end result is the same. The proof in the pudding.<\/p>\n
How did I get this hole in me?<\/p>\n
Let\u2019s stand up, see if we can\u2019t figure this whole thing out.<\/p>\n
Oh, that\u2019s not working, no. Let\u2019s lay back down, the sheets are already ruined. Should I burn them? Probably. Probably I should.<\/p>\n
Think I have to burn the house, too. Easier than cleaning it. Have to burn Daniel, too. Already cleaned him, but not clean enough.<\/p>\n
Must have been the claw end. I think that\u2019s what it was.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the alcohol and the blood loss, and I think maybe I\u2019m a little crazy right now, too.<\/p>\n
Oh, I can see Daniel\u2019s arm from here, staining the carpet at the foot of the bed. I definitely used the claw end. Can\u2019t see his ring anymore at least. Too much blood over there.<\/p>\n
Did he stab me? Was that it?<\/p>\n
No, wait, no: it was his wife that did it. Stuck me with a screwdriver. Stuck her back, though, and only one of us is still standing.<\/p>\n
Well, not standing, but still breathing anyway.<\/p>\n
My shirt, my shirt\u2019s off because of blood, their blood, not mine, although some of it\u2019s mine, some of it.<\/p>\n
Just need to lay here a little bit. Not much. Can\u2019t sleep here, too much blood in the bed, too sticky.<\/p>\n
Emily, yeah. That was her name, Emily, with the screwdriver jammed to the handle in her neck, and her eyes rolled back all silver and wide, and that\u2019s what she had coming, because she stuck me, but I was going to take care of her anyway.<\/p>\n
My brain is a spiral. Does that even make sense? Have to close my eyes a minute.<\/p>\n
You know what\u2019s got to happen if you tell me it\u2019s over, Daniel. I have to take what you promised me. I have to, and you just have to live with that.<\/p>\n
Oh, but that\u2019s already happened. I\u2019m not in the past, I\u2019m in the future, the present, in the moment, this moment. I used the hammer, didn\u2019t I? Yeah, I did. The back end. The claw end. The end the end.<\/p>\n
Better with my eyes closed. Warmer. Quieter. No looking at broken hands or a screwdriver pointing straight up with no hands holding it.<\/p>\n
Where\u2019s my shirt? Where did I get this hole in me?<\/p>\n
Just a few more minutes in bed before I get up. Hit the snooze bar, that will do the trick.<\/p>\n
Then I have to find my shirt.<\/p>\n
Just a little more sleep first.<\/p>\n
A little more.<\/p>\n
Sleep.<\/p>\n
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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge<\/a> this week, Melissa b<\/a> challenged me with “How low can you go?” and I challenged Joelyn<\/a> with “If this building is abandoned, then what’s that noise from downstairs?”<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It\u2019s hard to concentrate. It could be the alcohol, or it could be the lack of drugs. It could also be the blood loss, or really any combination of the three. I fold myself in half at the waist, my arms behind my back. It\u2019s hard to stay upright, and I\u2019m swaying slightly, left, right, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[114],"tags":[122,139],"class_list":["post-410","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-indieink-stuff","tag-indieink","tag-murder-can-be-fun"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=410"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":417,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/410\/revisions\/417"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kamekomurakami.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}