The Second InstallmentA Chapter by irishsamThe Second Installment of my story.
Three days later
She still haunts me. That Maxine. I've seen dozens of patients and she seems to be the only one on my mind, even though she' already dead. I can feel her presence everywhere, even in places mother said God doesn't touch, she's there. Yet, only in fragments. An eye in the sink, lips on the counter, her hair in my pot. In my allusions, she's only in fragments. Never completely whole. The only thing complete about my charred angel is her soul, it's everywhere. I feel her soul in my paintings, in my piano, in my wife. I wonder what she liked to do in her free time, I ponder over a lukewarm coffee. Did she listen to jazz? Shoot guns? Muse about death? Consider killing someone? I, or anyone else, will never hear her thoughts again. It's a shame honestly, someone as beautiful as her must have thought the most beautiful thoughts, or ones completely the opposite. My wife looks at me with wonder. She always asks me what I've been thinking about over the last few days, I telling her I'm pondering about people above us. She tells me that I'm f*****g insane and walks away. In my life, I've been nothing but abnormal. I always did things differently than others, even when I was just a child. I had a friend, his name was George. He always told me to do things like pull someone's hair and break a student's favorite pencil. I think back to when my mom yelled at me about him, telling me that George wasn't real, that he was fake. I remember how angry I got. I got so angry that I threw a vase at her. Sure, being only seven and scrawny I missed, she still was heartbroken, and extremely angry. Later that evening, when Daddy got home from work, he took off his leather belt and whipped me into submission. In a mix of tears and blood, I told George a painful goodbye. He said he would never leave me and that he'll be back one day. I have always feared the day he would return.
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2 Reviews Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthoririshsamSamworld, NJAboutCat lover, philosopher, music lover, student, citizen of the world. I love learning more than I ever could possibly say. I love it all. I'm also willing to learn from you guys! I also love writing.. more..Writing
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