Red is for Murder [Chapter 2]

I woke to the sound of the alarm clock going off at 10 am, with Eileen bashing it over and over screaming swear words left and right. I yanked my blanket over my head, due to the fact the pounding head ache was still there, just slightly subsided from my waking attention. Then I felt claws dig into my foot as I realized my cat was lying at the foot of my bed, exactly where my feet were purring on top of them as though my feet themselves were purring. I let out a slight yelp, being the claws going into the tender skin of my feet, was not the best feeling in the world. Pushing myself upright, I ran my hands through my hair while my cat climbed over onto my lap on top of the covers, gradually rubbing herself against my stomach, begging for me to pet her. She kneaded her claws slightly into my legs while I pet her velvet long black fur. I moved over slightly, grabbing a cigarette from Eileen who was now completely covered in her blankets, after a successful beating of the alarm clock, which was now silent, most likely being now broken.  Digging through my lower drawer on my dresser, I attempted to find a lighter, which had been on top the dresser the entire time I was searching. I grabbed it tightly, flicked the roller to light it, and lit the cigarette now lying between my lips. Drawing a drag while I grabbed a white piece of paper, and a needle to prick my finger again. I slid the needle across the opposing index finger from last night, and wrote the letter "K" as rigid and sloppy as I possibly could, without causing me to go crazy.

Before I was finished, I felt the breathing of a soft breathed person behind me, it was Eileen with a cigarette of her own held between her two slim tanned fingers. She looked over my shoulder and said "So what is that for? Some art project thing for Ms. Colonel? Or are you just trying to remember something?" I shook my head slightly, notifying her that it was indeed a "no" while she was walking over to the bathroom, preparing to take a shower, gradually grabbing a towel on the way. I grabbed a hair tie, and knotted my messy hair into a now messy bun. Slowly, I motioned myself over to where the pinkish candle wax, tinted with my blood, had spilt over the candle holder. My mistake for putting something so big, in something so small. I sat on top of my knees by my dresser, and begun to pick off the wax that was left around it, completely avoiding the wax on the ground. Small drips were found here and there, but the majority was on the actual furniture itself, to my unfortunate dismay.

Once I heard the shower stop, I watched as Eileen walked out of the bathroom in just a towel, tightly wrapped around her practically perfect figure. I sighed then walked in after her speaking while I did "You should learn to wear clothes...You know some of the guys like to come in here unannounced..." My voice was sly, and somewhat curt in my distinct reply, noticeably that I had a very difficult night. She looked at me curiously, her eyes sneering at me, as though they had their own personality, then walked over to the kitchen to get herself her usual breakfast; Muffin, and A Starbucks Shot Can. I took my time while showering, the water pouring over my now trembling body, also allowing myself to rid of all the disgust I had felt from my first awakening dream, the remembrance of the touch of that man's hands, made my skin crawl. It was as though, it had actually happened before, and it wasn't just a dream but a memory, a memory that I had forgotten years ago.

I got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel tightly around myself, noticing I forgot to grab my clothes before I went in. "You're the pot calling the kettle black" she said blatantly to me as I walked out in just a towel, smirking as she spoke. "Yeah, well, I forgot my clothes. It's not like I intended for it." She laughed at me as she went into the bathroom to change into whatever she was going to be wearing. While she did, I put mine clothes on out in the room, when a sullen *knock knock* fell upon the door, making me practically jump out of my skin.  Eileen yelled out the bathroom for me to get it, while I finished putting my pants on, being my shirt was already on. Steadily, I walked out of the room to the door and looked through a little peep hole we had, but I couldn't see anyone. Then 3 more knocks came, and I spoke "Who is it?" I said softly, but loud enough. "It's me" a familiar male voice said through the wooden door.

I sighed in relief as I unlocked the door and opened it steadily. He looked at me softly and smiled his normal boyish smile. "You just got out of the shower, didn't you?" I blushed at his remark, grabbing my wet hair with one of my hands, as he kissed my cheek, then wrapped his arms around my waist, as I wrapped mine around his neck. "I missed you John" I said softly kissing his lips. He kissed back and pulled away "I missed you too" But for some reason, I heard a sort of edge to his voice, one that made me extremely uncomfortable.

John was my boyfriend, somewhat. We were sort of on and off, if you could even count us as dating honestly. We rarely saw one another, and barely ever hung out together. He was about 6'1, he had dirty blonde hair, and pale green eyes. He was lightly tanned, and very fit. He was what a lot of girls wanted, and for some reason, he wanted me. We've been together for 2 years.

As I watched him walk in and sit on the couch, I looked at him in suspicions as he held his hands together nervously.  I looked at him oddly, and sat next to him, grabbing his hands. "What is it?" I said softly. He glanced at me, then looked away, rubbing his thumb on the top of one of my hands. "Come on John, you can tell me. It doesn't matter, seriously." I said with deep concern to my voice, that only someone who was not all there, wouldn't have been able to notice. He looked at me again, and bit his lower lip. Then I knew it. "You...cheated on me? Didn't you...?" before I knew it his head hung low, in an obvious *Yes* answer. I clasped one hand over my mouth, as he attempted to hug me. I pushed him away, and slapped him, leaving a large red mark on the left side of his face. "Get out" I said coldly, my heart ripping to shreds. He looked at me, and stood up sulking then spoke "I didn't mean to. It just...happened" I walked over to the door, and opened it. "Get. Out." I repeated, as he walked by me, stopping when he was all the way out to look at me, while I slammed the door on his face. I turned around, and felt my body give way to the utter shock, as tears begun to streak down my cheeks. I leaned against the door, and slid down until I hit the ground. I sobbed slightly, being I was never a loud crier. Within moments, I heard Eileen's voice, "Hey Aman....What happened?!" she spoke softly, as she hurried towards my side.

She hugged me tightly, as I hugged her back, still having tears pour down my face. "He...Cheated" was all I could muster up out of my cries for him.

Two years, down the drain I thought to myself a couple hours later. I looked over to the clock and read the time. I was leaning against the wall, sitting on my bed, in the dark, with a lit cigarette in my hand, thinking of all the times I thought we had that were good. I was disgusted, I felt betrayed, and hurt, but the crying was over. It was 9pm, and the blinds were shut. All I could see was the steady glow of the clock over by Eileen's bed, and the burn of my cigarette when I drew a breath. Eileen was out, of course she was. It was a Friday night, she was out partying like normal. I drew another drag off my cigarette, and laid my head on a pillow, staring out into the darkness. A light gleamed from the outer window, and the "K" I wrote down from my dream appeared in the shadows. What the Hell...? I thought before a hand clasped over my mouth.