A Picture of Time

Stop it! Stop it! Leave me alone! Ugh! Tears streamed from her face as she screamed! I hate you! I hate you so much! Her words began to choke her and the tears flowed more! Dirt under her nails, torn white tee, long blonde hair, and white converse hightops on. Get your shit and get out! You’re nothing she screamed! Nothing! The words came hotter and faster as she grabbed his bad and began throwing his stuff into it! Shaking and head spinning the room lights were a blur like that night they met in Florida. “Can’t we work this out?” His steps always felt too rushed. His touch too harsh. Shaking her head. No, I can’t! I can’t! Backed against the wall he approaches. She slides down into a slump on the floor. Intoxicated and fading her gut wrenches from this love she was drowning in. He grabs her by the arm. Hailey! Hailey! Hailey! Just love me! Just love me okay! Damn bitch! I gave you my everything! He turns and begins to walk. The scene around her flickers. Arms limp and barely breathing. The air is tense but inhaled slowly. Smashed glass against the hard wood floor! “Shut up you punks,” the neighbors bang on the wall. They have their own fights too. We used to be a painted picture of perfection. High times and low nights. Her lips transform from a rosy red to a midnight blue. Hailey! You’re cold! Hailey! Get up! Get up! His yelling becomes silence in her ears. He backs away in fear and bruises his back on the glass table! Hailey? Too high and drunk he stumbles down the stairs. Head confused and heart pounding. Hailey lay lost in loves past never to know of a brighter tomorrow.

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