Red Tears

         "You're not even listening to me", she says to me in an annoyed tone. She begins to talk about something that I do not care enough to listen to. Her voice is distorted by the lousy speakers of my phone. With nothing to say to make her shut up, I just listen.
         I take a seat on my bed while she begins to explain to me the things I've done wrong. She then begins to say something about me not caring. For once she's right; I don't care anymore. Not wanting to make things worse I just continue to listen. I honestly don't think there is anything in this world that will make it worse.
         After a while I get so annoyed that I tell her to shut up. She's stunned and an awkward silence occurs. Then I repeat myself, "Shut up. You're not saying anything. You just keep repeating the same things over and over and over and over. It's getting really fucking annoying." That was one of the first times I have ever sworn towards her. It felt good. It felt great.
         She begins to cry and tells me that I'm an idiot. Actually, she tells me I'm a "fucking idiot." That was the first time she ever used foul language towards me, and also the only time. I actually find it kind of funny, although I don't laugh out loud.
         "You know what the worst thing about you is?" she asks me and of course she will not let me answer because the question is rhetorical. I decide not to say something smart and ask her what my worst thing is. "You think you're so cool and that everything has to revolve around you. That's what the worst thing about you is."
         For the first time in the conversation I actually remain silent because there is nothing to say. Not because I decide not to say something. As a few seconds pass I say my response. "So! You're no different than I am. We are practically the same person then."
         "No, we are not the same person. You're a complete idiot who refuses to change even though the people around you do."
         "Isn't that what makes me unique?" I say sharply. "You're just another one of those people who think they're the greatest fucking things in this planet. So you're right, we're not different. I still have a mind of my own and you share yours with half the planet."
         No response. I won. I know I did. My face starts turning hot a bit after I said it. She still hasn't responded and I feel good. I hope she kills herself tonight. At this point I just wish she would die and stop wasting my minutes as my service plan is shit.
         I could hear her crying through my phone's crappy speakers. At this point I have no clue of what she will say, so I just wait. I could hear her trying to say something, but her sobs keep her from doing so.
         "I hate you," She says and my face begins to burn. "I don't know what I ever saw in you." My arm begins to hurt.
         Her words seem to have literally hurt me. I slowly begin to lose vision from my left eye. Anyone else would stop the conversation and go see a doctor, but I had to recover. I can't let her win. The only reason I fight with someone is to beat them.
         My mouth opens wide to speak... I can't say a word. I begin to move my mouth around and I wiggle my tongue around. I look like a complete moron, but I can't help it. I need to say something and quick!
         "I hope something happens to you. So you can know what it feels like." She says it with a dark tone in her voice. Almost as if she has just gone psychotic.
         But what was she doing to me? Why could I not speak and why is it causing me pain? Is it karma? No, it can't be, I don't believe in karma. If you don't believe in something it doesn't exist. 6 billion people, but if I've only seen one hundred then only one hundred exists. That's the way I've seen life and that might be the reason the whole argument started.
         "Say something!" She yells at me not caring if anyone else could hear her. You never say anything, I hate you!"
         Not a second after she says that I feel something fall on my shirt. It's red. I instantly know what it is, but not where it's coming from. I move my hand to my nose...nothing. I run my hands through my hair...nothing. As I feel around my body I realize my vision came back to my left eye. Confused, I touch my eyelids with my fingers and I find the source of the red liquid. Blood has been running down my cheeks from my eyes and I didn't notice. I'm actually crying red tears of blood and I don't believe it.
         I need help and I'll admit it. I have no clue what is going. If I wasn't crying blood I would probably be crying real tears. I try to yell into the phone. My mouth wide open, but not a single sound exits it. Like a movie with the volume muted I cannot say what I need to. Since there is no way for me to speak I begin to make noise. Maybe I could be heard if I begin to struggle. No, she might think I'm just being an idiot. I then remember she hasn't said anything in while. I wonder if she is even still there.
         "Hello?" she finally says as I wonder where the hell she has been. "Hey, are you still there?"
         I clap my hands to let her know I am still there. At this point my whole face is covered in blood and it doesn't stop. It's been around 5 minutes since these strange symptoms started and I still haven't found out the reason.
         "Look," she says in to the phone, "if you still want to talk about this I'll call you back later. If not, then we can just never see or talk to each other again. It sounds like you're too busy to talk to me right now; even though you have barely said anything. My eyes hurt right now so I think I'm going to go."
         "No!" I yell at the top of my lungs, "You can't leave." My voice came back, but it seems at a bad time because the way I said it sounded too harsh. For once I hope that what I say does not get her angry. So I try to apologize. Once again I have lost the ability to speak.
         "Ok, geez I won't go," she says responding exactly how I thought she would. If only she knew what I was going through right now.
         I make my last attempts to speak when I feel something in my stomach. Almost as if I just got punched a sharp pain ensues. Just like the other things, I have no idea what is happening to me. I begin to rub my stomach in hopes that it will calm it down. But of course, nothing is going my way today. After a few seconds of clutching my stomach I begin to gag and finally I vomit all over my phone.
         At this point I'm scared out of my fucking mind. I no longer care about what happens to anyone but me. I dig through the vomit with my bloody fingers to try and hang up the phone, but I can't. The phone being the last of my problems I don't worry about it.
          I roll off of my bed to go to the bathroom only to find I can't move my legs. As I crawl on the ground through my dirty room a hit my legs with one of my hands to try and wake it up. With no prevail I continue to crawl around my house only to realize I would need to stand up to look in the mirror of the bathroom.
         With no options left I reach for my house phone to call the police. I will not need to speak to anyone to get some help. I could just call and hang up and a police car or two will be dispatched to my house. I may actually survive today.
         As I crawl in to my kitchen to grab one of the phones in my house my pants get caught on the head of a nail sticking out of the hardwood floor. The nail looks dangerous as it is right in front of the entrance to my house. Like my phone, I could care less about my pants. I needed to get to that house phone and quick. These symptoms are killing me. I have not stopped vomiting since I began and blood still runs from my eyes. Those seem like good reasons to continue my journey to the phone.
         When I enter the kitchen I see the phone on top of the counter. As I cannot stand a grab a broom from the corner of the kitchen and swipe it off the counter. If it wasn't for the broom I would have been screwed. Ignoring my chores has paid off for me for the first time. The phone falls with a Thump. The fall was pretty long that the battery and its cover go flying in opposite direction. It takes me a few minutes to find them and put them back together. In those few minutes I can feel myself dying more and more. It's only a matter of time.
         After putting the phone together I make the call. A woman picks up and asks what the emergency is. I begin to pound on the ground with all my might, forgetting my arms were also hurting.
         "I'm going to send someone over to check up on you, o.k.?" she says after multiple pounds. I pound once hoping that she understands I mean "yes" then I hang up. I probably should have stayed on the line until they arrive. It's too late now and I don't feel like calling again. It is all almost over.
         Now I just have to wait and I'll be saved. I estimate they will not take any more than five minutes to get here. So I just stay lying on the floor, thinking. I look around my kitchen and remember that my mom said she was taking my little sister out to go eat and that she would bring me something when she returns. I also remember her telling me she left the broom in the kitchen for me to sweep. If I could laugh I would.
         As I look around the kitchen I could hear a voice. It sounds like it is coming from my phone. The sound is quite loud even though it is rooms away from me. I must have gained some super-sonic hearing ability because there is no way I could have heard that earlier. I have a sudden urge to go check it out. For some reason, I feel that I need to. As if the world would suddenly stop if I didn't.
         I travel to my room the only way I know how: crawling. In order to get there I crawl over my blood and vomit, out of my kitchen, across my living room, through the hallway, and through the door at the end. The return trip was more tiring than getting to the kitchen.
         With blood and vomit all over my clothes I finally make it to my room. Before I could examine my phone I hear knocking on my door. It's the police! I could hear two different men yelling that they are hear. They ask out loud if I need help. Of course I can't answer so I wait.
         Bang. It sounded like if they just kick my door down, but I don't care. This is a very serious situation and I don't mind losing one damn door.
         As I hear footsteps running across my house I also begin to hear the same voice from my phone. I look up on my bed and see my phone. However, there was something else on my bed that I don't remember being there, but I can't tell what it is. I crawl a bit closer to examine it better. What I find makes me want to scream, cry, yell, laugh, and vomit all at the same time.
         On my bed I see my body, lying there. I have no clue what is going on, but I can hear that the police found nothing in the rest of the house and were making their way to my room. I continue to look at the body that looks just like mine in horror. It's just lying there with its eyes open. There is blood all over my second body's face and clothes. Not to mention the great amounts of vomit there too.
         The door behind me busts open and two policemen look in my room. They seem to be able to see my body lying on top of the bed. One of the officers looks away in disgust. They can see me up there, but can they see me down here? I start pounding on the ground with all my might, but they don't hear it. For the first time today I begin to cry real tears.
         One of the policemen grabs his radio and calls for an ambulance. All this happens as I am lying on the ground, confused and scared. The police officers start leaving the room, but I don't want them to. I gather all my remaining strength and try to yell for them to return. I'm in need of help and I can't do anything by myself.
         I feel a slight shift in my throat and I try again. "Help! Please help me!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My voice has returned and for somehow I know it is for good.
         "Please come back! Help!" I keep yelling, even though I know they can't hear me at all. I yell for what seems to be an eternity, but no one is coming. Tired of yelling, I give up. Now there's nothing to do, but to see what happens.
         I glaze back at my body on the bed. What is happening? Is that really me? And why can't the cops see me? Before I can even think of any answers I hear the ambulance in front of my house and a woman asking one of the police officers to show her where "the body" is. Their footsteps ring through my ears as they get closer.
         The paramedic, along with a male one, finally find my body. I look to them and see them talking. The male paramedic tells the female one that he will go get the stretcher, but she tells him there is no time. Both of them walk over my body and examine it quickly. They look for a good way to pick it up without having to worry about dropping me.
         All I can do is just watch as two strangers pick up my body and begin to carry it. I do not even try yelling this time. I have given up all hope in getting anyone's attention. They start leaving the room with my body in their hands. I want to see what is going to happen so I begin to crawl in the direction they are going. There's a slight twitch in my legs and I realize I can finally move them.
         Without any hesitation I get up and begin to follow them. They carry my body out of the hall and in to the living room. They are in such a hurry that they almost look careless. As I follow them a question finally pops into my head; one that I should have thought of a long time ago. Am I dead?
         The paramedics move quickly and I am close behind them. They head for door in my living room. Suddenly, the man carrying my body slips and lets go. My body is too heavy for the woman alone so she drops it.
         I watch as my body falls and my head lands on the nail that stuck out from the floor. With a crunching sound my head begins to bleed. It seems like gallons of blood have erupted from my head and all begins to get dark. My body starts feeling light as I maintained focused on the river of blood coming from the back of my head.
         Without realizing it I am now staring at the ceiling. I feel as if I'm going into a deep sleep. One that I know I will never be able to wake up from. My eyelids get heavy and my breathe does too. I can feel all that makes me alive slip away from me. Even the ability to think has left and I close my eyes. I could hear footsteps and finally nothing.