Mirror Image, Part 2,

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Spiraling memories.

Broken hymns.

A single note being played in the air.

One note used but still creating a mesmerizing tune.

I open my eyes.

No light.

Pitch darkness greeted me.

My eyes didn’t hurt.

I watch as the last few days drifted by in the shapes of shattered memories and film.

Step 1: Realization.

I wanted to block out the memories forever.

I wanted to be free from the torment.

But it was something I knew I couldn’t run away from like I had so many countless things before.

Step 2: Comprehension.

I knew I was dreaming.

And it felt good.

I need the sleep.

I watch as the memories reach their crescendo.

Pain and torment and horrific understanding ripping away at my heart and soul.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Why was I chosen?

What did I do wrong?

I can’t answer these questions.

Yet they still bounce annoyingly inside my skull.

Refusing to be forgotten.

I bow my head.

I let the hopelessness consume me.

Step 3: Acceptance.

5

A light knocking awoke me from my sleep.

I open my eyes.

Darkness greeted me in my waking dreams as well.

I must have slept longer than I had thought.

I lay curled up in bed.

Still in the clothes from this morning.

I roll over and look at the clock.

The bright red shapes of 11:42 p.m. burned itself into my eyes.

My parents had long since fallen asleep.

I was alone.

The knocking that had awoken me repeats once more.

Coming from my window.

My mind says ignore it. Go back to bed.

I take a deep breath and get up.

Luckily since I’ve slept upon the covers, my body was used to the temperature.

Thank god.

I walk slowly towards the window.

Who could it be?

My mind wonders.

I peek my head in front of the window, looking passed all the scrawls of petty poetry written upon its surface with a permanent marker.

I see shaggy black hair. A broken smile. Dark brown eyes looking back at mine.

I remain silent and open the window.

He struggles through the slightly small window and looks quietly at me.

He was beautiful. Specific male traits. Though quite the feminine frame.

We stare silently at each other for a very long moment.

“Are you alright?”

Again the word ‘alright’.

I bow my head.

He pulls me close in his embrace.

“I’m sorry.”

A new term I’m going to hear a lot more of before it’s all over.

I look up at him with my pale green eyes.

They were so wide within the subtle darkness.

The moon provided only a shadow of light.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

I wished for more.

I needed more.

I lean up on my tiptoes, and kiss his gentle lips.

6

I took his hand and led him towards my bed.

A bit of sensuality added to the sway in my hips.

Lucky.

I was already in my underwear.

We only had to concentrate on taking his clothes off.

Reaching the bed, I turn around and drape my arms around his neck.

Smirking.

Teasing.

He leans in and kisses me once more.

Our tongues weaving around the other’s as our lips meet over and over.

He tasted ever so sweet.

I feel his shirt tickle my nose as it passes over his head.

I expected another kiss.

But none came.

I open my eyes.

And looked into his.

His arms wrapped around my slender waist.

“You sure?”

I nod.

He lays me down upon my bed.

His jeans landing in a heap next to his shoes.

In darkness.

I feel my panties get gently removed and tossed aside.

I see only shadows.

My legs are slowly opened.

I feel a tongue explore me.

A moan escapes my lips.

I feel the tongue slide up my tummy.

My tank top’s tossed aside.

Gentle licks upon my small breasts, punctuated by hard bites to my nipples.

I whispered his name.

He finished his exploration of my body, and prepared to explore something deeper.

I felt his warm breath upon my neck.

I felt the hot touch of his long, hard, cock.

My eyes opened and met with his.

I moaned in anticipation.

He took his cue.

I felt it slide in.

I closed my eyes tight.

He started pushing it in and out.

I moaned and gasped each time I felt him go ever deeper inside me.

His voice whispered in my ear as he went faster and faster.

Sweet little nothings echoing in my mind.

It felt so good it hurt.

I bite his neck.

He groans.

I cry his name.

He smiles.

I climax.

He came.

It may have been a bad decision.

I could have met the same ends with another means.

But I felt loved.

Needed.

And that’s all I wanted to feel again.