January 5, 2009

Cut Me Up Inside

"I can't see you anymore." She was standing in my doorway, dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a leather jacket. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, after clearing away the lump in my throat.

"I can't see you anymore. You keep hurting me." She looked to her left as she spoke these words. I stick my head out of the door to try and see what she's looking at. Nothing. She starts to turn away. I reach out and grab her by the wrist and pull her back towards me.

"What's that's supposed to mean?" I ask. She's close enough to kiss. Her other hand comes up slowly and as she pulls away, I see that she's already activated her ability. Small sparks of electricity jump around between her fingers.

"Let go." She says, dangerously low. I don't need to know what she will do if I don't. I ignore that anyways, knowing the consequences.

"Seriously, what is that supposed to mean? 'You keep hurting me.' We both know that you can do more damage to me than I can to you." I continue, keeping my volume as low as her warning was.