Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31532017-20170215123526/@comment-31532017-20170217000718

“What have I gotten myself into?”

Dwayne mumbled, a small stream of liquid ran down his cherry red cheeks as he sat above his resting place. Another pool drooped onto below from the side of his skull; the smell of body odor had inundated the once sweetness-filled space. The palms on his laps, trembled as he postured there; thinking away. His self-imposed exclusion was short-lived, and intruded as the door leading to the bathroom, creaked forward. Slowly curving his head around, his eyes met those of almond shaped ones.

A woman stepped forth, her silky hair lifted as breeze followed her from the room's glass pane and into the other. Strolling closely and particularly with grace, her finger skimmed across the king-sized bed as she headed towards the pensive figure. Before leaping over it and shifting ever closer towards the young lad. Crawling like a feline, with her rolling tongue matching those of an adder. Along with the teasing of her protruding bottom before embracing him into her arms.

“What's wrong, Hun?”

“We shouldn't be doing this Thalia,” said Dwayne as he moved his hand, ridding hers. As he rose from his fixated pose, Thalia hauled him back down and into her frame.

“Why shouldn't we,” Thalia exclaimed as she used her appendage to wipe off his tears. “I thought this was what you always wanted, my big Dwayne.”

“Yes, but,” Dwayne sighed before continuing, “not like this.”

Upon hearing that, Thalia's eyes widen; her cheerful smile broke off and she paused for a moment before uttering, “What do you mean?” As she looked up and stared out into the apartment's window, thoughts of her life's worst moments had hit like a truck on the street. Her reflection paved away, revealing her heavily disfigured self that truly stood, behind the layers of the one she had wore at the time being.

Her blood-spilled messy hair covered the right side of face, leaving a tire-strewn trail exposed onto her left. The same side of arm had been twisted and heavily tangled. The toes were hanging off from her feet with the tibia bone dislodged.

Winding her head down and with him back into her sights once more, she said, “Guess you noticed, huh?” As her frown angled upside down, with crimson red leaking down from her sockets.

Winding her head down and with him back into her sights once more, she said, “Guess you noticed, huh?” As Dwayne remained there with his hands now shielding his already tear-soaked face, murky darkness leaked down from Thalia's hairline.