Midnight Reminiscence

I rose up a jolt, in the middle of the night. Thundering headache made me nauseous and I leaned forward just in case, barely noticing my surrounding. Once a clean room, now an aftermath of a war. One, centered around cheap alcohol and sliced lemon. Why was it lemons? I soon realized what had happened. Why did I end up here? Meanwhile, the seemingly unhinged lady in the red dress, snored like an elderly man on bath salts. She looked as stiff as a log, which made me briefly scan the room for a potential murder weapon. My Tv had been split in half and my computer was nowhere to be found. I sighed, cursing my condition yet again. To think it had been three years, already. Like scratching an itch, I reached into my semi-opened drawer, pulling out a black box. Made out of African blackwood, it had a bright red and gold sigil on its top. The letters “A. I. L”, engraved onto it. Aliyah Ira Locke. She couldn’t help herself and wanted to make the name-change official, somehow. In the box, was her favorite red coral gemstone – one I despised from the bottom of my heart. It wasn’t just her first name and mine that were polar opposites. A red-stained, gold ring was slightly covered by a burnt off piece of black paper with grey static, etched onto it. I picked it up – a ring, I once wore with pride. She made me promise not to remove hers, refusing to listen to my cries to stop talking. Her caramel face, stained red and littered with pieces from the debris. Her crimson tears and wounded smile. 

I stopped myself, with a huge sigh. Returned the box, before laying down, in one more attempt to fall asleep.