a summer for two

A cold empty memory is all that's left of you.

Faded tulips of shades grey and white swayed gently in the wind that summer day. You tossed your head back gently and roared with laughter into the clear sky. I swirled around you in circles, giggling like a school girl. You playfully grabbed the hem of my mid-length pleats sending me hurling towards the ground in a messy heap. A brief sharp moment of silence sliced through the air before you plopped yourself haphazardly beside me. The jagged blades of straw beneath clawed violently at the flesh on your arm. Streams of blood, bright as scarlet lazily trickled across the plains of your pale arm onto the golden clumps of straw.

"Oh, I must have cut myself'" you said in a blatant as-a-matter-of-fact voice

I lay still in the heap transfixed in a haze staring up above. Was the sky always this blue? It was midway through summer and the sky was splashed with a uniform sea of sky blue. I assume it is why it's call sky blue. Skyy would be a pretty name for a baby girl, wouldn't it? Obviously, I would add an extra y or k so as to not risk sounding ordinary. Then my baby girl can say 'Hi guys, I'm sky with an extra y or Skai with an I ' like all the girls named Kendall and Kamilla do. Skai. Skyy. I like it. I wonder if...

"Goddamn Jessica! I cut myself," you yelled cutting off my thoughts

"Fucking do something!"

I slowly straightened myself to position myself towards you. A sparkling pool of blood had collected in a small puddle next to your arm. I slowly extended my arm in your direction before I froze midair.

Red. Red panties. I don't own red panties. Do I own red lace panties? Maybe I finally got around to buying those overpriced Victoria Secret panties I wanted. Or did I?

Red panties. Lace gutters. Chanel number 5.

"Jessica!" you bellowed.

I jerked violently back to reality. You were standing directly above me, with confusion painted harshly across your face.

"Babe, are you coming? I need to go to the hospital. "

I started at you sternly for what seemed like an eternity before you stormed off angrily towards the car. Hot angry tears viciously rolled down my cheeks. My chest heaved in and out in deep fast contractions. Bursts of cold shivers ran down my spine sending my body in a series of violent convulsions. The world started spinning wildly out of control. You reached the car and turned around to hand me the keys. I remained still, sitting in the position you left me, crying uncontrollably.

"Not.Fucking.Now.Jessica. Get in the damn car or I'm leaving without you"

Why was I crying? Why did you let me drive? Why were you laughing?

Red panties. Lace gutters. Channel number 5

I don't fucking own red underwear.