Lonesomevalley (lonesomevalley) wrote in fakediaries,

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Men Kill, Women Comfort Part 1

Sorry, I know it's been a long time. I've been working on that big ole script and haven't made much time for this. This is the first part of something that's already written, but needs some work, so I'll post in installments. How often? Keep checking back! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

It started with the voice. Things like “You’re not hurt, wake up.” Still, I felt nothing. I only heard the voice. “I’m not through with you, now get up.” I couldn’t feel my body. Where was I? “Get up, coward!” and I coughed.

The pool of blood I lay in was splashed by the sudden burst of life emerging from me. The voice was still there, coaxing me to get up. My finger tightened around a trigger. Somehow, my body pulled itself up. I don’t remember much.

I do remember the drops of blood dripping from the open wounds into the pools at my feet. I remember staggering toward the doors, surrounded by an empty, dirty warehouse. The voice, her voice, urged me on.

When I came out, I covered my eyes at the sight of the sun. But there were other lights. The lights of the squad cars out front, waiting for me. I didn’t know what was happening. I felt the gun slip from my hand and it all went black.


I wake up now, the wounds still stinging. I remember it all now. The girl, the friend, the enemy. A tale told a thousand times. Now I just lay in bed, my wife next to me. She doesn’t know where the wounds really came from. She doesn’t want to know.

I go to work, I come home, I have a beer and enjoy my wife’s company. It’s the most I ever should have expected. No great things come from a life that starts the way mine did...

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