Monsters

Has no one told you she's not breathing ?

Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide
hello, evanescence

it is late. she stirred slightly and stopped, like a struggling fish being pulled out of the water and flapping on the dry ground every few moment. the empty whisky bottle sitting awkwardly on the table. the spasms of choking came another time. and another. she tightened her iron grips on the arms and bodies supporting her, pulling them closer and sucking in every single ounce of strength streaming from the limbs for solace. the woman cried out in pain. i flinched slightly from the same pain. never under estimate a well trained golfer's grip. i distangled her lifeless form from the two of us. she struggled vigorously.

the monsters were out tonight, they were back with a vehemence, whispering among themselves, scheming a new plan to rip her apart this moment.

she wake up suddenly, clutching her chest and gulping for air. then, as though you were imagining it, she stopped suddenly and collapsed onto us again. whining softly.

do you still love me? can you hold me like you used to do before? please?

the monsters were whispering again.

she leaned forward. a moan escaped through her trembling lips. floods of sorrows poured out of her thin lips, the residues of what was left of yesterday, the love that was forever gone and never be found again, whose imprints left deep scars in her life reminding her every moment of the loss. the confident and dynamic career woman i know was gone. what i saw now was a little helpless girl clutching her teddies and crying for help.

a monster reached out and tried to pull her into the abyss. i fought back and shooed him away.

bastard. i cursed under my breathe. several customers inside the bar looked over at the rumpus. the man behind the bar counter gazed over lazily before turning back to serve his grouchy customer who was complaining about the glass of brandy he was holding. the phantom shadows of the fans and the lights on the walls were playing hide and seek the whole night, casting strange irregular motif on the walls.

she stirred again, then gulped for more air, her chest rising and falling too rapidly, too rapidly that alarms were ringing in my head. the next wave of tears came, then she fumbled vigorously into her clutch bag for her acupuncture needles. the woman beside was stunned beyond words. she started kicking and wailing. "shoo shoo, time to go home honey, shooo." her golfer grip held onto me tightly, her nails scratched and bite into those tender flesh. i looked on enduring the pain. a few more friends came to the rescue.

the monsters were laughing. they got her tonight.

after few hours of endless struggle, arms and hands supporting, she was finally placed into the car. the men cried out in pain as her nails bite into their flesh. i pulled her away. the ride home was a nightmare. it was a one man show. no! as she tried to open the car door halfway onto the road as we were trying to speed her home. i was trying to pin her down through the whole journey.

it was near dawn when i reached home finally. i heaved a sigh. the clock on the wall struck a three o'clock. the cat outside was looking at me curiously. shoo kitty, go and sleep, shoo. i tiptoed into the room and took off those soiled cloths. the residues and smell of a love that has left and the pain of another weeping soul. there seemed to be too many broken souls around me recently. i thought my reaction to heartbreak was bad, till i saw her reactions tonight.

i looked at my arms. seven long reddish scratches and a few faint bruises on my body. faint tinges of blood were already oozing out of the long marks.

i closed my eyes. if i could take away some of her pain, let her do it again.