Creating New Wounds

Thriller Stories | Aug 6, 2012 | 8 min read
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Creating New Wounds

I smelled blood. I tasted blood. I slowly raised my hand to my face and felt that my hair was matted and sticking to my skin. What had happened? I looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I was in my bed, on top of my black satin sheets, but I was wearing my clothes instead of the usual boxer shorts and a tank top that I called pajamas. I was not cut or injured in any way so the blood could not
have been mine. I began to panic.

The sun was just beginning to rise, but it was light enough inside the house to see without turning the lights on. I jumped out of bed and was about to run to the bathroom to shower; being the biologist that I am, I cannot stand to have another person's bodily fluids on me. Something along the way stopped me and I tried to scream, but could not make a sound. There, in the middle of the living room floor, were two bodies. One was a male who was covered in stab wounds and the other was a female whose face had been gashed beyond recognition. The two were laying side by side, their hands positioned as if they had been holding on to each other, but the female's hand was laying on top with a diamond engagement ring facing upward.

What was I to do? I had no idea who this unfortunate couple was, why they were in my living room floor and why all three of us were covered in blood. If I called the police, I would be the main suspect because I was the only one living and their blood was on my hands, literally.

I figured they had been there for most of the night and early hours of the morning so another twenty minutes would not hurt and I stepped into the shower to get clean. I watched as the crystal clear water that flowed over the white shower floor quickly turned into a slightly viscous, deep crimson liquid. There was so much blood. What had happened? I am no killer. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am a harmless kitten that can get along with anyone and is not bothered by common annoyances that set most people off. Maybe someone had snuck into my home and knocked me unconscious. Surely I would have remembered something. I mean, there were two complete strangers in my living room.

I must have lost myself in thought because it was not until I felt a sharp sting on my scalp that I realized that I had been digging my nails into my scalp while shampooing the blood from my hair. I tried to clear my mind as I slowed my scalp clawing into a softer massage. I took a deep breath and let it out. As I was exhaling I heard a voice in my head say, "If you love her so much, why don't you just marry her…" The phrase seemed so familiar, as if I had said it recently, but that was something I had not said since I was a child, and why would a twenty-three year old woman being saying something so immature anyway?

It took three shampoos and some vicious scrubbing to get all of the blood off of me, but I was finally able to turn the water off and step out of the shower. I walked out of the bathroom and glanced over at the blood soaked bodies in the floor. I did a double take when I saw a pink smudge on the man's left cheek. The pale pink was vivid on his pale, almost colorless face. I walked over to get a closer look.

I knelt down gingerly; I had watched too many horror movies where a seemingly dead body suddenly reached for and grabbed someone who was observing it. The pink smudge on the man's face turned out to be lipstick. I could see the smeared outlines of two lips that had been puckered.

Someone had kissed him on the cheek. I looked over at the woman lying next to him, but her face was so distorted that I could not tell for sure if her lips were what had caused the spot.

Then it hit me. The lipstick shade was Shock Cosmetics #626, my signature shade. I had been wearing it last night. That could not be my lipstick though. I kept looking at this man, trying to find something familiar about him.

It did not take long for me to recognize him. I had not seen him in six years, and time had not been friendly to him at all. Why was he here though and who was this woman that he was apparently betrothed to? I looked closer at both bodies and things started falling into place.

I had gone out to dinner, alone, as usual. I was sitting at my table, staring idly at my breadsticks when I heard giggling coming from the next table. I looked to my right and saw a young man and woman sitting there, the man nibbling at the woman's ear. I could not look away. I knew the man, but I could only guess who the woman was. However, I did notice that she was wearing a diamond engagement ring that bordered on flamboyancy. My stare was quickly met by the young man's when he had finally stopped making an appetizer of his female companion. His jaw dropped slightly as he looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in years! Come over here and have a seat with us," he said as he motioned me over. I smiled gently and scuttled over awkwardly. He went through a brief introduction before asking how I had been and making small talk. For about thirty minutes I watched his lips move, but all I could hear was a ringing in my ears. I could feel a fury building inside of me and had to excuse myself.

I went to the ladies' room and soaked a paper towel with some cold water. I did not want to look like a two dollar hooker with running makeup so I dabbed my face lightly with the towel. I was beginning to calm down when I saw the bathroom door open, but began to feel the rage building back up when I was approached by the woman I was trying to escape from.

She looked worried as she asked, "Are you okay?" I could only nod my head, and she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Look, I'm a nurse, so if something is wrong just let me know and I can help you." I did not want her help. I wanted her to get away from me; I could feel my face getting hot as I became more and more furious. I told her I needed to go.

She followed me back to my table and I turned and politely told the nurse and her companion that I was going home and hoped that they enjoyed their evening. The woman insisted that I was in no shape to drive and told the man to drive me home as she followed behind us. I was so enraged that I was dizzy and knew that driving would probably be a bad idea so I allowed him to drive me home in my car. I only lived about four miles away so I did not think it would kill me to be stuck in a car with an old friend for such a short time.

The whole way there, I could not help but stare at him. He looked awful, but I could vaguely make out the face of the man that I once knew. During the drive, he talked about what had happened since the last time we had seen each other, how his family had been and that he was about to be married. Something about the latter subject set me off. I began scratching at my arms, a bad habit that I developed as a child in order to calm myself in a stressful situation, and breathing heavily. Luckily, we were in the driveway before he had a chance to notice my behavior. I jumped out of the car and bolted for the door.

I was just getting ready to shut and lock the door when he put his hand on it to stop me. "Let us come in for just a few minutes. Just to make sure you are going to be okay." I looked and his nurse friend was standing behind him with a somewhat pathetic smile on her face. I let go of the door and allowed the two to enter.

I sat down on the loveseat and they sat across the room from me. I could not take the awkwardness of them just staring at me so I turned on the television. I noticed the two were sitting so close to each other that they were almost on top of one another, and my ears started ringing again. I tried to focus on the television, but I saw the woman put her hand on the man's leg. I could not handle this.

I got up from the couch and walked into my bedroom. I grabbed a butterfly knife from the shelf that my father had given me years ago. It was one of my favorite gifts. I flipped the blade out of the brass handle and held it upright. I heard footsteps and saw the woman standing in the door. I felt a wave of heat go over my entire body and a sinister smile spread across my face. I lunged at her with the blade, knocking her on the floor. I began slicing deeply across her face and neck. She tried to cover her face with her hands, but moved them quickly as the blade bit into the flesh on her palms. She flailed and screamed and cried until the man came running in. He yanked me off of her and threw me about 3 feet away and began screaming at me. I walked slowly toward him with the knife as he held his hands out in an attempt to stop me. I swiped the blade across his left hand, gashing the palm. He was so shocked that he just stood there, looking at me. This made it easy for me to rush at him and stab his throat. He tried to scream, but it came out as a raspy whisper.

I pushed him onto the floor and straddled his chest as he flailed his arms and tried to push me away. This is what I had wanted for the last six years, this vengeance. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first love; and he threw it all away for her. Now it was his chance to suffer.

He made a gurgling sound as he tried to raise his body up so that he could get me off of him, but as he pushed his body up with both of his arms I stabbed the center of his chest, right under the xiphoid process; I could feel the tiny bone snap off under the blade. He fell back down and covered the fresh wound with his right hand. It was then that my college courses in human anatomy and physiology paid off because I knew exactly what and where to cut in order to render his arms motionless. As I was butchering his left arm, he tried to fight me with his right, but he was becoming weak from the loss of blood from his throat and abdomen. He managed to touch my face and grab my hair, but I easily slapped his arm away, much like a fly. I could feel the warm blood on my face as I rammed the blade into his right arm, pinning it to the floor.

I pulled the knife out and stabbed various parts of his chest and abdomen fervently. He had stopped moving at least two minutes before I stopped plunging the blade into his body, but that was not what had stopped me. I heard the woman crying in the bedroom and got off of the lifeless body of the man I once knew and I walked into the bedroom.

There she was, curled up in a ball, in the far corner of the room, half hidden behind the bed. Her face was cut to pieces and bleeding heavily. Her hands were covered in blood from where she had touched the gashes.

She screamed and I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up. She had no fight left in her, and with one quick, but deep thrust, she fell to the floor, dead. The handle of the knife was sticking out of the middle of her abdomen and I grabbed it and turned it before slowly pulling it out.

I dragged her into the living room and put her right next to her fiancée. She had been so special to him six years ago, and now he had died for her. I could only hope the pain I had put him through over the course of a few minutes was equal to what he had put me through six years ago.

I put the woman's hand on top of the man's gashed palm with that hideous ring facing the ceiling. It was almost picture perfect. I bent down and kissed his cheek before whispering, "If you love her so much, why don't you marry her."

I was mentally and physically exhausted, but felt a strange sense of happiness. I walked back into the bedroom and crawled into my bed.

So that is what happened; I suppose now would be a good time to plan out what to do with the two bodies in my living room floor, but not before I cut that awful ring off and flush it down the toilet. They say that time heals all wounds, but I must disagree. It has been six years and nothing has healed my wounds like creating new ones.

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Qasim Aug 14, 2012

Oh yes it was a great piece, exactly what you don'twant to happen in real right :-) if mine is even half as good as that I would be happy :-D

Alexandria Aug 15, 2012

I am sure yours will be great!

Qasim Aug 15, 2012

Thank you for the support alexandria I do hope so :-) till then I still look forward to seeing your next piece :-)

Qasim Aug 12, 2012

the plesure is mine ;) do you intend to write another story soon?

Alexandria Aug 12, 2012

I'll try to write one soon. I have periods of writer's block and they drive me insane.

Qasim Aug 11, 2012

beautiful piece of work, i love it, it really made me wonder please do keep up with the great work ;)

Alexandria Aug 12, 2012

Thank you so much =)

Belinda k Aug 8, 2012

This reminded me of an early Catherine Deneuve movie entitled 'repulsion.' Good job! Am I jealous much? Maaybee. :-)

Alexandria Aug 8, 2012

Thank you! I'll have to check that movie out =)

Velma golden Aug 7, 2012

Wow what a story you did it kept me on the edge of my chair, good for you hope to see more of your work

Alexandria Aug 7, 2012

Thank you!

Alik Aug 7, 2012

That is incredibly awesome. Kept me on edge with all the details.

Alexandria Aug 7, 2012

Thank you. You are incredibly awesome for reading it =)

Andreea Aug 6, 2012

I don'teven know where to start. It was, just perfect for my taste. Very very good job. Loved it :D

Alexandria Aug 6, 2012

Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it =)

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