I. Am Still. Awake. cont'd

by Kalina "Kitten" MaCreery
(Chicago, Il)




(since the 10000 character limit cut me off...)

“What are you doing? Come to bed.”
She stepped into the room and a shard of moonlight fell across her face. He saw something in her eyes he had never seen before. It was something he didn’t recognize.
“I’m still awake,” she replied.
“So, come to bed.”
“Tell me why.”
“Because I sleep better when…”
“No!” she snapped. “Tell. Me. Why.”
“Why what?” he asked, not even bothering to sit up to talk to her.
“Why am I still awake? I can’t sleep. I can never sleep.”
“Honey,” he cooed. “Come be with me beautiful.”
“No. I’m not. I will not. I am not beautiful.” She said this as if it was a simple matter of fact and not a typical work of feminine self-depreciation.
“Why do you say that? It this where you tell me that it isn’t you? You’re ‘just drawn that way…’ “ he offered snidely.
Her head cocked. It was a gesture similar to an exotic bird. “But I’m not drawn am I? Have I ever been? Or is it just words?”
“What?!” Now he knew he was awake. “What are you talking about?” he stammered unconvincingly.
A wry smile crossed her lips. “It isn’t like I don’t know who I am. What I am.” She stepped further into the room and now stood at the foot of the bed. Somehow, her tiny frame still seemed intimidating. “Was I always yours? Did you take me from someone else? Or was I someone else and you made me into this?”
He didn’t answer her.

“Why did you take her away from me?” Her voice low and broken as it delivered this question?
He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Let it go.”
She picked up a mug from the dresser and threw it at him. It smashed against the wall feet away from his head.
He chuckled, “You don’t think you can hurt me do you? Actually raise a hand against me? Don’t be stupid. Now leave me alone. I’m going back to sleep.” He turned from her and started to nestle back into his pillow.

“Why did you take her?!”
On this there was a flash in her eyes and he felt a sudden sting in his cheek. “Ah!” He gasped and reached his hand to his face. He looked at his hand and saw the blood from the wound. “What the hell…”
“Why?!”
This time the wound fell across his arm. He looked down. It just looked like a paper cut but it stung like a son-of-a bitch.”
“She was all I had,” she said coldly. “And you took her.”
More cuts fell across his face, arms and chest.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Her jaw clenched and several more cuts fell across his body.
He threw back the blanket and looked at the wounds as the blood started to trickle from them. “Ok. Ok, stop. I can fix this. I’ll just write her back.”
“It isn’t that easy,” she growled as more cuts slashed across his body, each a little deeper. “I know you can’t just create. You have to want it. And you don’t want her.”
“STOP!” He wanted to get out of bed but something held him there. “Ok, you’re right. I can’t bring her back. So what else do you want? I’ll give you anything. Just, please…stop.”

She walked to the side of the bed and raised her hand to his face. Her fingertip danced like feathers across his brow and down his cheek. “I want to sleep.” There was just a tinge of desperation in her voice. “That’s all I want. I just want to sleep. But I can’t do that can I? You never thought I might need sleep, did you? You never put those words on the page for me.” She walked around the bed with her fingers dancing rigidly across the mattress.

He thought he heard a crackle in the air. Maybe there was even the faint scent of ozone from an electrical charge. As much as he wanted to run he found his limbs heavy and unresponsive.

“But you, you get to sleep.” Cuts appeared across his skin, slow and shallow. “You get to use me to create these little tales. And then- Then you sleep.” The cuts fell faster and deeper. He flinched and yelped but still could not run.
Her jaw gritted. Her head tilted with that bird like twitch.
“I. Am still. Awake…And I will cut you with my MIND!!”

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