The End Of Me

The water from the fountain trickles over the jade green ball that sits upon it. I can hear the clickity clack of busy fingertips on the black keyboards, of the computers ahead of me. Voices carry across the room, and here I sit with coffee, cookie and pen to paper wondering what to write. I could write about the cute blond-haired little boy. Completely in awe over the magic water fountain, and how he just has to touch it. How I miss the magic I used to feel when things were new, where did it go? Seeing this little boy made me realize that the magic didn’t go anywhere. My ability to see them has all but vanished. Maybe one day I’ll get to feel it once again, as I did before I died. I always try to forget that day but how could I forget the day that I died and rose again.

It was New Year’s Eve of 1999. I had just turned 21 and was out with the girls for a few drinks. The bar had that rustic feel to it, with it’s rusty colored brick walls and scuffed up wood floors. The band was playing loud and full of energy. The dance floor overflowing of people dancing and having a good time. My girls and I sat at one of the tables lining the back wall. Just talking, and laughing, living it up, welcoming in the new year with cheers. The night had been great, that was until it was time to leave. I had only lived a block from that bar and so I started for home. The girls insisted on walking me home but I assured them that I would fine and would text them as soon as I walked in the door.

A stranger a foot taller than myself, with locks the color of gold and eyes a light silver blue, approached me. Insisting that a lady should not walk home from the bar by herself. He introduced himself as Eli Mills and walked me home. He was charming and witty and I found myself enjoying his company a great deal. So I invited him in for some tea to warm up with. As promised, I texted my friends assuring them that I had made it home. Brought tea for Eli and myself into the living room. Soon enough it wasn’t just talking that we were doing. We left a trail of clothes behind us as I led him to my room. His lips kissed me from head to toe, his hands caressed every curve of my body. Then when I thought we had finished he started kissing on me again. This time, he stopped at my inner thigh and bit down harder than before. I in complete ecstasy from intoxication of both alcohol and lust. I didn’t realize that he had drawn blood and I soon passed out. When I woke the next morning my body was aching, my stomach twisted in pain of hunger that I couldn’t quench...