The Hills Stretch For Miles

I'd like to be made into oblivion. But that's the kind of thing he would hate. It wasn't something I wanted to be known. Valerie motioned to herself, letting layers of fabric drop away like astroids melting into the sky. It had an almost dreamlike quality to it, careful to signal each movement from an internal clock. It wasn't horrid but I can't stand to look for another moment. I grab her hand to make her stop. I want her to stop.

"What the fuck are you doing?"I'd like to be made into oblivion. But that's the kind of thing he would hate. It wasn't something I wanted to be known. Valerie motioned to herself, letting layers of fabric drop away like astroids melting into the sky. It had an almost dreamlike quality to it, careful to signal each movement from an internal clock. It wasn't horrid but I can't stand to look for another moment. I grab her hand to make her stop. I want her to stop.

She pulls her faded cardigan back on. I can see her shoulder blades jutting like spheres. It was easy for her.

"I thought you wanted to see..."

She scoffs at me. I couldn't be myself for her in the ways she wanted. I tried but I failed spectacularly. I think Valerie understood this. It wasn't a huge loss in the end. This sort of thing happened naturally. I couldn't just turn it on and off like a switch.

"Collins?"

She proceeded to touch me. I remember how it burns my skin.

"It was never my fault you know. I couldn't handle myself around him anymore, and I think he started to see that. And so I let him go away from me on his own. I thought he would act normally. I didn't know he-"

I remember that she stopped mid-sentence as if it was painful for her to recall something she wanted to happen.

"Valerie?"

I looked to her for an answer, but it was too late. They found traces of dandelion sap in her blood. The rays protruded from the holes in her body with exact precision. I couldn't stand her, even then. I hated her for that.

Was it my fault?

2.

I was traveling along a dirt road when a peculiar thing happened. My vision started to blur! Perhaps it was the darkness or maybe it was the seven shots of tequila I downed before I left Chelsea's apartment, but I really couldn't visualize anything. I thought perhaps I was just overthinking things, I mean who didn't? Who would 't? People say stick to what you know...but what do I know?

That's when I saw a faint light in the distance. I froze in fear, there shouldn't be anyone else on this road at this time of night. I started panicking, I thought I could see the faint outline of a person. I didn't have many options, I could turn around and run the other direction or continue on and hope they were friendly. I waved while mustering a faint "Hiii" before I blacked out.

He traced his blade so close to my breasts that my lips quivered at the cold metal against my skin. I knew he would murder me tonight but I didn't care. He etched his way slowly across my back before he started to carve into me. He did it so intricately I almost thought he was painting figurines on my flesh. I wanted him to do it! Stick me! Do it! I wanted to bleed out for him, to ooze all the way down his white-knuckled hands stained red with my blood.

And so I let him win. It was simple and it was easy. Would he know that?