DEATH BECAUSE OF YOU

Awake?

My eyes still closed I could hear the background of a television playing. I'm supposed to be dead though. I pray my eyes open to look around and I'm met with my old apartment room, the walls a homey brown. The TV across the couch from where I was laying was playing a movie, the coffee table littered with maintenance reports.

Distraught and confused I grab a paper and and look at the date, because there is no way I'm alive, I remember dying, painfully at that.The report states September 5th, twelve months before my death, approximately fours months away from my parents forcing Ryan and I to get married.

A headache ensues on my head, a pain I'm used to. I run my temples in an effort to rub the damn headache away, my phone rings making the headache worsen. If I remember correctly it was Ryan, calling to arrange a meeting to get drinks later tonight. My heart stills at that thought, Ryan scarred me very badly.

I pick up the phone and hang up, blocking the contact while I'm at it. I throw the hand back to the coffee table and maneuver myself to get up and take a shower.

After a much needed shower, I get to the kitchen to make myself a protein shake, half naked. I look at my body and trace around my skin, it used to be littered with red and purplish patches. A tear passes by my hand and another falls on my hand tracing my ribs. I raise my hand up to my face and a flood of tears stream down, I didn't heal, I just died, so it's understandable that I cry.

I crumble to the kitchen floor and bawl my eyes out.

A few hours must've passed by because it's now dark out and there's heavy knocking on my apartment door, I pick myself up from the kitchen floor and walk towards the door no regard for my attire or lack off.

I open the door without looking at the peephole, cut me some slack I'm fresh out of an emotional breakdown that took me down.

Ryan stands there hand in the air about to attack my door with his knuckles. He stops midway though and looks me up and down and confusion flashes on his face as his eyes stop somewhere on my body. I follow his trail of sight to my very naked manhood, I wake up instantly and shut the door in his face.

I smack the shit out of myself to wake myself up. I hear chuckling on the other side of the door, and I get pissed off.

"Go away!" I shout and Ryan blows off in laughter.

I run to my room and scramble my closet for clothes, no care to moisturize my skin.

I walk back to the door to hear Ryan still laughing.

I open the door and look at him sternly trying to cover up the fact that I'm still somehow scared of him.

He raises an eyebrow at my face and walks in the apartment without waiting for me to invite him in. I walk out the door and dash to wards the building exit, no destination in mind, as long as I can get away from him.