They are sitting at the table, each having a wine glass that is about half full. She, 30, is youthful but generally displeased with life. He, 29, equally youthful and displeased, seemed more internal than he normally does and She started to become concerned. This is where we begin.
HE: I'm sure that'll be good.
He doesn't lookup.
SHE: That my mom's friend has to go back to chemo because the previous round didn't get it all. That is good to you?
H: Oh, yeah no that's not great. Sorry to hear that.
*pause*
H (cont.): But I guess it'll be good because she still has cancer so they have to get it, right?
He looks up to her confused disapproval.
H: I mean, you know what I mean.
S: Honestly, I really don't but also honestly, I don't even really like my mom's friend anyway so I don't know why I brought her up in the first place.
H: Jeez, that's kinda dark. She has cancer, for Christ's sake.
S: You just said that it was good that she was going back in for chemo.
They start to chuckle but don't fully let it take them over as they both start to stifle it at the same time.
He goes back to not really engaging and she sips her wine once and then twice, and then a third time as she finishes it.
S: Well, looks like I'm all out. Do you need a refill?
He starts to look up and then doesn't commit fully.
H: Yeah, that'll be fine.
Annoyed, she trounces over to the kitchen to find something, anything to drink. Her expression changes when she is no longer in eye-shot of Him. Panic comes over her face and she holds her stomach. She wants to scream but restrains herself, she gives the appearance of screaming but no sound comes out. She starts to compose herself and locates another wine bottle. She quickly grabs the bottle and makes her way swiftly into the other room but hesitates for a moment, seemingly to gather herself, which she does, takes a deep breath, and makes her way. She sets the bottle down harder than she anticipated but in a way, she was hoping that he would look her in the eyes. This was a futile attempt as he was unmoved. She goes to pour more into His glass and then into Hers, she realizes that she left the wine opener in the kitchen.
H: You are always running around, one thing to the next.
He scoffs and under his breath mutters.
H: It's like you're everywhere and nowhere. Exhausting, really.
She didn't catch the whole sentence but knew it was probably better that way.
She picks up the wine opener and in an instant, cuts a gash into her hand and the blood starts to form rapidly in the shape of the incision that she made. She starts to scream but once again, no sound makes it out. She begins to make her way to the ground, dropping the wine opener a moment before she herself hits the ground.
A crash.
H: What the hell is going on in there?
He finally picks up his head and swiftly moves toward the kitchen.
He finds her covered in her own blood and sitting against a cabinet. He notices that she is drawing on the floor in her own blood. She picks up her head and starts to laugh softly. Her laughter grows to a cackle and she reveals that her teeth are too covered in blood. As he starts to back away, she quickly gets up and pushes his face into the cabinet. She gets really close to his face, still smiling from the laughter.
H: What are you doing? Why are you doing this?
She laughs again in his face for more than 15 seconds and her laugh starts to channel a hyena as it becomes uncontrollable.
S: You did this to me. You did this to me. You did this to me. You did this to me. You did this to me.
She kisses his forehead, leaving her own blood in the shape of her lips. She staggers out the back door, revealing a message written on the floor in blood, "You did this to me".
He is scared and confused. He decides that he will clean this up tomorrow, locks the back door, and finds his way to the couch.
3 days pass and his mother comes to check on him because he hasn't answered his phone and he didn't go to work yesterday or today. His mother bangs on the door and eventually, with the help of the police, the door to his house is opened. He is still on the couch where he had been for the last 3 days. He had blood all over his face and body. His hand had a large gash in it that was still dripping blood. The autopsy showed that he had died from blood loss due to a cut from a wine opener.
tHe EnD !