Loss of Blood

As I lay in bed listening the the hoarse sound of struggle breaths escaping my husband’s nostrils, I canvassed the Internet in pursuit of entertainment. A YouTube video, an interesting chat room, anything but sleep. It was only eleven p.m. and there was no way I could fall asleep this early especially not with the loud snores that only got louder with each escape. I thought about dragging my body to the living room and finding a movie on Netflix but I felt too lazy. I had been holding my pee for the last five minutes and pacing myself with my can of Dr.pepper. I wasn't getting up for anything at least not at this moment. As I signed onto my face book account, an erry feeling came over me like a cold chill invading my warmth and for some reason I had the urge to look over at my bedroom door. As my eyes gazed at the figure standing in the passage way, my mind was in disbelief. I must be dreaming. There was no way a man could be here in the apartment invading the security I possessed when I locked the bolt on the front door. I was aghast but screams could not come into form. His face was familiar to me. I see it each time I sign onto the information highway. He was one of my face book friends. I whispered his name to myself. Louis. I don't know why I was afraid of my husband waking up and catching him. But that's the thought that went through my mind as we starred at each other. He was here on his own free will and he obviously had to have broken in. But would my husband believe that? I got up and quietly walked over to him. "What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind?" I asked him with a firm whisper. He didn't say anything. He put his index finger to his lips motioning for me to be quiet. He turned around and walked away. I followed him to the living room. I started to question him again but before my thoughts could turn into words I felt a sharp sting in my stomach. I looked down and there he was plunging a knife repeatively into my body. I could feel the urine run down my legs. I had no control over my muscles. The pain was intolerable and I fell to my knees. Louis kneeled down next to me and grabbed the back of my hair. He wanked my head back so hard that I was no longer in an upright position. My blood began to seep into the carpet and I could feel my life slowly evaporate. I wanted to ask him why he was doing this but I was too weak to speak. The sound of my husband’s snore seemed to be fading. Actually everything sounded muffled as though it was far away. I could hear my front door being unlocked, he was leaving. He came to kill me and now he was just going to walk out of my front door as though nothing happened. No one would know who did this to me. No one would suspect him. He lived in New York and besides we have never even met in person so why would he come down just to cause me harm. Why was exactly the question I needed an answer for? I refused to die. Soon my husband would wake up and he would see I wasn't next to him. He will find me and he will call an ambulance. But he wouldn't find me. Louis grabbed hold of my ankles and dragged my body right out my front door. I heard him lock the door behind him. How did he get into my apartment and where did he get a key? He continued to drag my body down the stairwell of the apartment, each step stabbing at the back of my skull. What's the matter with you? Why haven't you screamed once? You didn't scream when someone broke into your home, you didn't scream when you were stabbed and now your skull is being cracked and still you’re not screaming? I didn't even try to fight back. I couldn't believe that this was how I was going to leave the world. I knew where he was taking me. My apartment was across the street from a bayou. I could feel the grass ruffle against my body as he tossed me down toward the murky water. I was cold and wet. But not dead, not yet. I landed face up in the shallow pit of the bayou. It was dark and all I could see was the glimmer from the night’s stars. My chest became heavy and it hurt to breath. The light from the stars disappeared and the darkness became a blur. My life slipped away from me and it wasn't coming back.
Louis starred down at the water. It was dark but he could see Melissa's pale face perching out at the night sky. He liked how she didn't scream when she saw him. He liked very much that she trusted him even though their friendship went no further than the Internet and a few phone calls. He thought about going down for her. He imagined himself wrapping her in a blanket and placing her in the trunk. He would tend to her wounds when he got to his hotel room. He was over whelmed with regret. He thought about how mad he was at her when he drove to Texas but that anger was gone as he thought about how she looked at him, how she whispered his name. He decided then he would help her. As he started to walk down the steep he could see she was lifeless. Her eyes were blank and the light that surrounded her had faded into the darkness. It was too late; he had stabbed her too many times. She lost too much blood. That was it. Louis remembers a conversation he had with Melissa about two years ago. She told him a secret. He shared the same secret. He rushed down to her. He pulled out his knife and cut across his left wrist. He placed his wound over Melissa's stomach. You just need some more blood, you lost too much. He spoke to her lifeless body as though she were still clinging on to dear life. Louis began to feel weak. "Melissa?" he yelled over and over. But she did not respond. "You just need more blood, that's all then you will feel better." Louis's body began to feel limp. His body was sloped over Melissa's. Louis wouldn't stop the bleeding until he brought her back. "This has to work Melissa, we have the same blood….we have the same blood." Those were the last words he spoke as he faded into death.