Another Trip

Diamonds are falling from the sky. They're plummeting to their deaths; shattering upon hitting the ground, leaving crystalline shards that are razor sharp to the touch of any normal being.

But you, however, are not normal.

You walk amidst the breaking of such innocence, unperturbed and lost in your own thoughts. The diamonds bounce from you and leave you unscathed; the broken pieces run off you like water off a duck's back. I stand inside, where it is safe, and I watch you.

There's nothing like watching someone when they don't know they're being watched. It's one of the most precious moments you can share with a person.

...It's the kind of moment I can only share with you.

You look up; bright eyes shining from within the depths of your face, and you see me.

Like the diamonds upon hitting the earth, this instant, this priceless memory, is destroyed. Our eyes lock, and I can feel the smile curl over your face.

You and I live on such a precise scale, a careful balance of perfect dysfunction. The scale of ignorance and adoration. Right now the scale is tipping heavy on that of ignorance... maybe it is time to shift the weight.

I catch your eyes again and beckon you in without moving a muscle, without saying a word. The smile on your face dissolves into a musical laugh that can be heard through the windows. And thus, you do, you come into my world and we embrace. We fit so perfectly against each other; like we were created for no more purpose than to rest against each other just as we are doing now.

Never have I seen such perfection like I see in you. You protest loudly of your shortcomings and faults, but in my eyes... they are nonexistant.

Our lips brush gently and we kiss; I can feel our heartbeats synchronizing within our bodies as we meld into each other and become one being. I feel like the luckiest person in the world; of all the people you could have chosen to share these rare seconds with... you chose me.

Within this wonderful existence, there is an abrupt screech, and the world goes dark. We are ripped apart from each other, and then a faint acidic green light appears, lighting our new surroundings.

You are nowhere to be seen; I am alone, locked deep within a chasm that I know only too well... that of my mind. A laugh, resounds from nowhere, and I tremble with fear. This is all so familiar...

I hear your scream, and something dark and hot starts to rain from the sky.

Before it even touches me, I know it is your blood.

I try to cover myself, protect myself, but it is futile... the liquid of your essence is spattering onto me, onto the ground, everywhere. Each drop that comes in contact with my skin burns my flesh away, but not a single sound escapes my mouth. Falling to a kneeling position, I withhold my cries of pain and anguish as your screams become louder, more insistent.

This grotesque, morbid version of 'rain' finally stops, and then a body falls from the top of the chasm, landing before me.

It is you.

Finally, I allow my tears to escape my eyes, and I hold your bloodless body to my chest, quiet sobs wracking my body and shaking my frame. My world has been torn and dismantled, and all I have left is this goddamn prison and your corpse.

Your body is still warm, I notice, and then I feel you exhale.

Could it be...?

I bite my wrist hard, ripping the veins open and pressing the bleeding wound to your mouth, forcing the blood into you. Please drink, you must live... come back for me, my enigmatic ghost... you must live again...

More and more of my blood disappears into you, and I am starting to fade. The dark life force inside me is paling, and I can barely hold on much longer...

With a sudden cough and a mystical cry, you come back to life once again, and joy leaps in my heart. Your eyes are closed, and I kiss your forehead, cupping your face with one hand...

And then your eyes open... and I am struck down.

In my panic to see you alive again, I did not consider the consequences of reawakening you with my blood.

The introduction of my DNA into you has created a demon that will exist at the very core of you for the rest of your life. As I look deep into your eyes, I realize I am only looking into a mirror, and I feel the frigidity of the glass against my fingertips.

Turning away, I hang my head and glance down the corridor that has taken the place of the canyon. The hardwood floors and white walls are bare, and suddenly it shifts... now a hall of mirrors.

The world shifts and morphs, my vision swirling dangerously... and then I jolt to my senses, and the dark overwhelms all once more. There is a rapid flash of light, of movement, and then the needle is in my arm, and it all becomes clear... the worn couch beneath me, the threadbare carpet stretching across the barren apartment and your picture on the wall.

I killed you a long time ago, and my subconscious hasn't realized it yet...