It was disgusting. Her arms and legs were limp with no life left in them. Her head was twisted at a sickening angle so that her mouth hung open and her tongue was exposed. I couldn't help but look at the dead body in front of me even though looking at it made me want to puke. The worst part were eyes. They bulged out of her face with accusation, but they weren't looking at me. I followed her gaze and my eyes landed on Thomas. I looked back at her. She was dead, that was sure but she was still trying to tell me something. Trying to tell me why I'm here and suddenly it clicked. I turned back to Thomas, looked at him from head to toe. Fear rested in his face. My blood boiled at the sight of it. How dare he be scared? He wasn't a dead young girl? He hadn't just been thrown into a murder scene and yet he stood there like a scared five year old!
I gritted my teeth and charged. Before Thomas could blink I had smacked him across his face. My hand stung so I knew his face did too,but at that moment I could hardly feel it. I slapped him again and again. His face never changed. He took the hits like a champ, I'll give him that. When Thomas began to bleed from my attacks I didn't stop. It actually made me hit him more. I was deranged, soon everything was red and I honestly believe I would have killed Thomas that day if his friend hadn't grabbed my hand. I looked at the dark face of the stranger. Then at Thomas who was holding his face. I snatched my hand from the man.
" I thought you said she could help us T," the man farthest away from me was referring to Thomas.
"T?" the letter now seemed foreign on my tongue. "Who are you? Thomas or T? Where's the boy I met years ago?" I could feel myself shaking. " Where's the boy I fell in love with?" I looked at Thomas with blood covering his face.
One of the strangers stepped out from the shadows. " Yo, if she ain't gonna help us than we gonna have to smoke her? No witnesses."
" He's right," another voice came from behind me. " I thought you said she was cool, T? I thought you said she was smart or some shit,man?"
I could feel them surrounding me. I was in danger, but if I died here today by the hands of these strangers I would want to die with Thomas by my side, despite my disgust. I reached out to him. "Thomas, come back to me. I love you. I've loved you since the first day you touched my hand from across the fence. You're all I need. We can leave this building right now and never look back. Just take my hand."
"Look". It was the first guy again. "I don't know what this bitch is talking about, but we need to do something with this body. Mary dead. We gotta get rid of her body. Now."
I locked her name in my head. Thomas stared at my hand and then he shook his head. "Get out of here."
I bit my lip. His words were like daggers.
" No.......I -"
"Stop pretending,Ginger. Stop acting like this is going to end with a happily ever after ' cuz it ain't. We different people now. I'm a thug and that's what I'm always going to be. You're a college girl. Two different worlds, see? Get out of mine. I should have never brought you in."
He was serious. Thomas didn't want me in his life. His face was set in stone meaning his words were final.
My heart started beating so loud for a moment all my others senses died. It was only the sound of my beating heart. It beat so loud at a pathetic attempt to block out Thomas' words, but no matter how loud it beat his words were still hanging in the air waiting to be recognized. I walked past him to the door, tears pooling down my face.
" Bitch you ain't going no where!" One of the strangers lunged at me. Thomas stepped between us and punched the man in the face. " Call her a bitch one more time and I'm show you who the real bitch is." Then he spun around,placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me out the room. "I told you to leave! Get out!" These words were loud enough so that the others could hear him, but the ones he spoke next were for me alone.
" Her name is Mary Green. She lives six houses up from here. I love you and I'm sorry." One more shove and my back crashed against a pole hanging from the ceiling. I could feel the pain spread through me. I took one last look at Thomas before he turned his back on me. I would always remember the look on his face at that moment. It was....sadness. Now my tears were full on. I ran home, but I don't remember doing so. I went to sleep, but I don't remember doing that either. I dreamed of dying alone, I remember that.
I gritted my teeth and charged. Before Thomas could blink I had smacked him across his face. My hand stung so I knew his face did too,but at that moment I could hardly feel it. I slapped him again and again. His face never changed. He took the hits like a champ, I'll give him that. When Thomas began to bleed from my attacks I didn't stop. It actually made me hit him more. I was deranged, soon everything was red and I honestly believe I would have killed Thomas that day if his friend hadn't grabbed my hand. I looked at the dark face of the stranger. Then at Thomas who was holding his face. I snatched my hand from the man.
" I thought you said she could help us T," the man farthest away from me was referring to Thomas.
"T?" the letter now seemed foreign on my tongue. "Who are you? Thomas or T? Where's the boy I met years ago?" I could feel myself shaking. " Where's the boy I fell in love with?" I looked at Thomas with blood covering his face.
One of the strangers stepped out from the shadows. " Yo, if she ain't gonna help us than we gonna have to smoke her? No witnesses."
" He's right," another voice came from behind me. " I thought you said she was cool, T? I thought you said she was smart or some shit,man?"
I could feel them surrounding me. I was in danger, but if I died here today by the hands of these strangers I would want to die with Thomas by my side, despite my disgust. I reached out to him. "Thomas, come back to me. I love you. I've loved you since the first day you touched my hand from across the fence. You're all I need. We can leave this building right now and never look back. Just take my hand."
"Look". It was the first guy again. "I don't know what this bitch is talking about, but we need to do something with this body. Mary dead. We gotta get rid of her body. Now."
I locked her name in my head. Thomas stared at my hand and then he shook his head. "Get out of here."
I bit my lip. His words were like daggers.
" No.......I -"
"Stop pretending,Ginger. Stop acting like this is going to end with a happily ever after ' cuz it ain't. We different people now. I'm a thug and that's what I'm always going to be. You're a college girl. Two different worlds, see? Get out of mine. I should have never brought you in."
He was serious. Thomas didn't want me in his life. His face was set in stone meaning his words were final.
My heart started beating so loud for a moment all my others senses died. It was only the sound of my beating heart. It beat so loud at a pathetic attempt to block out Thomas' words, but no matter how loud it beat his words were still hanging in the air waiting to be recognized. I walked past him to the door, tears pooling down my face.
" Bitch you ain't going no where!" One of the strangers lunged at me. Thomas stepped between us and punched the man in the face. " Call her a bitch one more time and I'm show you who the real bitch is." Then he spun around,placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me out the room. "I told you to leave! Get out!" These words were loud enough so that the others could hear him, but the ones he spoke next were for me alone.
" Her name is Mary Green. She lives six houses up from here. I love you and I'm sorry." One more shove and my back crashed against a pole hanging from the ceiling. I could feel the pain spread through me. I took one last look at Thomas before he turned his back on me. I would always remember the look on his face at that moment. It was....sadness. Now my tears were full on. I ran home, but I don't remember doing so. I went to sleep, but I don't remember doing that either. I dreamed of dying alone, I remember that.
