Scene from a novel I'm writing. It's a draft so it isn't polished. Criticism is welcomed!
|A delicious smell of garlic and tomato arouses Sarah from her slumber. She awoke at a dinner table. Long, red candles were lit in the middle of the table. A crimson table cloth decorated with rose petals held on it's surface two empty plates and two half filled wine glasses. On the plates were the remnants of a deep, red sauce. The lights were off, only the candles lit the room and shadows danced around the walls.
Sarah felt content. She was full, as if she had recently eaten and she felt the warm, dizziness of being slightly intoxicated. The wine.
There was no one else in the room, the other chair empty. A light shone through the bottom of a closed door at the end of the room. Shadows of someone's feet walked around the other side. Suddenly she remembered where she was. She was at home. Her home with Jack.
It had been Valentine's Day, their second. Jack had cooked her favourite pasta dish and they'd drank wine and talked. It had been a lovely night. Jack had gone to the bathroom before they settled down on the sofa to watch a horror movie. Some cliched story of a few young people stuck on an island with a murderer. Sarah loved those films.
She felt as though Jack had been in there for a long time. No sounds came from the bathroom, but his feet still shadowed under the door. He was stood at the sink.
"Jack?" She called, walking to the bathroom door.
"Are you okay in there?" She asked, reaching for the door handle.
No reply. The tap was running in the sink.
She opened the door slowly, waiting for his response. Nothing again, so she walked slowly inside.
The light was on and Jack was leaning over with his head over the sink. He breathed heavily.
"Are you okay? Did you drink too much wine again?" Sarah asked, laughing quietly. She walked to his side, placing her hand on his back and rubbing gently. His face still out of view.
Jack moaned. It was short and croaky in his throat.
"I'm sorry, I was joking honey. Are you really okay? Do you want a drink of water?" Sarah reached to stroke his hair and he slowly lifted his head up. She was stood behind him so she couldn't see his face, but as he rose upwards, his reflection slowly appeared in the mirror.
"I...don't feel so good." Jack said quietly, raising his head into the mirror.
Sarah froze. Something dropped in the pit of her stomach and her throat tightened with fear. She removed her hand from Jack's head as if she had been electrocuted.
"Oh my God Jack!" she whispered, her throat too tight to speak.
"What...what's wrong?" Jack said. He turned to face her. He was frowning with worry.
Sarah backed away from him, trying to avoid the desire to run from the room.
"What is it?!" he yelled, his voice cracked as he spoke, turning into a gravelly voice she didn't recognize.
She turned around to run but he grabbed her arm.
"Don't you love me any more baby?" he said, his croaking voice high with cruel amusement.
She turned to face him again, shaking with fear. Sweat droplets sliding down her face.
She saw his face for the last time; purple boils on his cheeks, oozing with pus. Parts of his skin had rotted and fell to the floor. His mouth contorted into a snarling grin; flashing his rotting teeth and his eyes wide with rage. He laughed at her; the evil sound resonating through her body.
She opened her mouth to scream but no sound would escape her throat. The world swirled as she weakened and her knees could no longer hold her. She fell to the floor, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and escaped into blackness.
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