graze
it was raining that night, pouring at night away from the city
the streetlamp illuminated the docks faintly, but the rain seemed to capture it in it's aquatic atmosphere
the docks seemed like they were destined to break, but frailly held up the pace of the pain. the wood was tired and creaky, still barely alive from its years
that's what it felt like out on the docks.
there were two people on the docks that night, one was a boy and the other. the other was another person.
the boy was laying face-down, barely moving and alive. there was a cut on his face and the right side of his shirt had a crude hole in it, where blood rimmed around it. his eyes were pained but relaxed
blood was washed out everywhere and it resonated with the dull radiance of the streetlight, as it were a niagara falls of some sort. it was mixed uneasily with the abundant rainwater on its surface and collecting into the ocean below
at least the side wound was bandaged
leaning on the boathouse was the other person, wounded on the side but also in the leg rashly. the culprit, a knife, was isolated along the surface of the docks. it was already infected with uncleanliness but the steel culminated the drops onto its slick surface
the other person was a girl. you probably knew that didn't you? it was obvious from the start
she enjoyed the pain, she lived for it. it was the one event that tethered the fragile human creature from the clutches of death and his scythe. it was a guilty pleasure, a violent thrill, a sadistic habit
it's almost like she couldn't stop. but the boy didn't mind, he only wanted to see her happy
he didn't care if it meant noticeable, wrenching pain or if his intestines ruptured
he got up, winced at the pain and clutched the wounded side of his body. he was taller than the girl, about a three or four inch difference from her. he kicked the knife, right by his foot, off the side of the docks
he walked slowly towards her, continuing to wince at the pain from his side. he stopped the moment he came face-to-face with her, his eyes stared down at hers
then he offered her a hand, to her bewilderment. one would usually think of outright rejection or the killing of the latter in the aftermath. but his was a kind soul that would accept the wound, no matter what they say
after a moment or two, she lowered her hand onto his. he pulled her off of the side, her left arm over his left shoulder and his right on her right shoulder. they walked to the car that was being bombed with the rain. thank goodness for the towels
once inside, he twisted the key. the car groaned then started with the lights turned on. it only takes a few moments for the heater to activate
she said that she was sorry for everything that happened. first an argument then the knife, but when push came to shove, she disabled him and plunged it in three times exactly. then he countered her and injured her as well. none of them were the innocent
he acquired her repented statement, he said sorry as well. then he closed his eyes and planted a kiss on her forehead. her eyes showed her processing what happened at that moment
the car then reversed out of the lot and drove away