Story update chapter 5

"i still love you"
she hears him mutter under his breath...

When did this get so hard...when did he change......when did she?
she oh so desperately love him.
where is it all now?
her brain is filled with so much clutter. grey matter.

Rosemary's confused.

Concentration

SHE SITS. BLADE IN HAND.
STOLEN FROM THE GROCERY STORE.
SLICK. CLEAN. UNUSED BLADE.
BEAUTIFUL. TASK AT HAND.
SHE PULLS BACK THE SLEEVES.
TURNS ON THE WATER. WARM.

THE LOUD DROPS OF WATER. SO MENACING.
DO IT SHE THINKS.... TOO MUCH NOISE
NOTHINGS EASY, OR QUIET SHE THINKS.
NOT EVEN THE FOCET CAN BE SILENT.
SHE WANTS THE NOISE TO STOP.
END IT ALL.

SHHH... SHHH... SHHH...
THE BLADE HELD CLOSE TO SKIN.
SHE PUSHES DOWN. THE BLADE.
POP IT GOES UNDER THE SKIN.
RED. RED. RED. THE CUT, SO SIMPLE.
SO QUIET... SHE THINKS.

FINALLY SOMETHING QUIET. QUICK.
EASY. SIMPLE. SHE CAN BREATH.
ALIVE. SHE CRIES OUT LOUD.
NOT SAD. NOT HAPPY. ALIVE.
THATS ALL SHE WANTED... THAT'S ALL.
SUBMERGED GOES THE DELICATE WRISTS.

Chapter Four. (take me insane)

Blindfold off... She undressed him. Sits him on the seat and turns on the shower. It's warm on his naked flesh.

She turns his head to face the sink...next to of which she begins undressing... Her skin so soft... Complexion so pale and delicate. She smiles at him and walks towards the shower... Steps inside and begins to touch him.

Arousal.she sits on his lap, and kisses his lips. He can't help but stare at her beautiful breasts and sholders. He wants her. His dick can't hide what his mind tries to desperately tuck away...

She faces him still, as her hips start moving faster... Grabbing his neck. She chokes him. HARD. Then as she starts to come, she let's out a long hard moan...she kisses him. Her whole body convulsing and shivering, wetness all over his still hard cock. She's finished. She stands up and begins soaping off, teasing him with every delicate soft movement... She rinses. Leaving him there wet, hard, and ashamed.

our forrest

Our forest so cold,
our lives so in tune...

the sounds of the branches. snap. click. rustle.
the dark beautiful leaves drape down the vines. intertwined. intertwined.
im suffocating now, and so are you.
drowning in the earth, the smell of the wet ground all around us...
i want to suffocate, gone. gone.
underneath our tree. together. dead, but more alive than ever.

Thank you forrest. Thank you.

TOGETHER.

WITH EACH SLOW STEADY CLICK OF THE PENDULUM,
WE VENTURE FURTHER TOGETHER, INTO OUR OWN LITTLE WORLD.
TIME WE SAY, IS NOT ENDLESS.

BUT FOR YOU I FEEL IT COULD BE...

THERE IS NO NOW, THEN, TODAY, OR TOMORROW.
ONLY AN ENDLESS VORTEX OF EMOTIONS AND THOUGHTS...

CONNECTING PIECE BY PIECE...
EACH ONE FITTING EFFORTLESSLY WITH THE NEXT.

COME TO ME, BE WITH ME.
RUN TOGETHER. OUR FORREST.
FOR TIME IS FOR THEM...AND THIS IS FOR US.
HERE'S OUR TIME SWITCH.


<3

-JUSTINE MARIE

Chapter four....

*recap* (Rosemary just got home, and knocks out her husband)

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ROSEMARY PICKS UP HIS RIGHT HAND,
AND KISSES HIS BULKY FINGERS...
SHE PICKS UP THE SYRINGE AND THEN INJECTS HIM WITH A POWERFUL
SLEEPING CONCOCTION SHE MADE HERSELF, TO MAKE SURE HE WAS OUT FOR THIS.

ONE BY ONE SHE BEGINS PULLING OFF THE NAILS OF HER HEAVILY SLEEPING HUSBAND...
FIRST THE INDEX, THEN THE MIDDLE..SHE LISTENS TO THE POP AND CRACK OF THE SKIN AS
IT SEPARATES CUTICLE, SKIN AND THE FIBERS OF THE NAIL. THE BLOOD BEGINS TO SEEP OUT OF THE NEWLY BARE FINGERTIPS AS HIS BODY TRIES TO COMPUTE WHAT HAS JUST HAPPENED.
THEN THE RING FINGER. PINKY. THE THUMB.

SHE WRAPS THE BLOODY HAND IN A BROWN TOWEL AND THEN RAISES IT TO THE SINK. SHE
THEN TIES THE TOWEL TO HIS HAND AND OPENS UP THE BOTTLE OF RUBBING ALCOHOL. SHE
POORS IT OVER THE ENTIRE TOWEL, COMPLETELY DRENCHING IT, SETS HIS RIGHT HAND BACK ON HIS LIFELESS LIMP LAP, AND SHUTS THE DOOR BEHIND HER.


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REPETITION.

SLIP INTO A SILENT SLEEP...
ENTER A QUIET UNIVERSE ALONE...
WHERE YOU DREAM OF REGRETS REVOKED...
LOVERS REUNITED...
PAIN REVERSED...
FAMILY COMING TOGETHER...

TOSSING AND TURNING,
SCREAMING OUT LOUD.
WAKING UP IN A COLD SWEAT.
NO MORE. NO MORE. NO MORE NIGHTMARES...

AS YOU STARE INTO THE EYES OF YOUR NURSE...
IF YOU CAN ONLY UNDO THE STRAPS,
PULL THE ARMS BACK AROUND,
OPEN THE COLD METAL DOOR,
AND LEAVE WITHOUT THE INEVITABLE.........

A PAINFUL PRICK OF THE NEEDLE,
THE MUFFLED VOICES ABOVE YOU AS YOU FALL TO THE GROUND.
WAKE UP AGAIN IN YOUR BED,
PADDED AROUND ALL FOUR CORNERS...
YOU SIT. THROW UP.

TIME FOR YOUR MEDS...