Despite her fragile resistance I forced the broken piece hard against her mouth, stuffing the half-chewed food back in, grinding it in with a pressure that made her choke instantly. Porcelain scrapped against her teeth, food forced past her lips that hadn't expected resistance.
Her eyes widened. Giving me that crazy look I yearned for.
She was suffocating, but not dead to say.
Her hands flew up, nails clawing at my wrist, her body jerking violently as she tried to breathe through what I had forced into her. The sound she made—wet, desperate, animal—it echoed louder—enough to make something inside me satisfied. Enough for me give a break from all well going day.
For three seconds, no one moved. As expected—all these are humans, can't move until it's upon them. The only time they all manage to react quicker is when there is their own talk.
I counted, counted for them to take stan--One. Two. Three.
Then everything broke loose. As if their instinct all hit at once—as if waking from a coma at once.
The other girl shot up from her chair, she swore and said something in horse shaking voice—I didn't hear, I mean my mind didn't process. Her fingers already fumbling with her phone—fingers trembling, dialing fast. Police. Obviously. Of course. All they could do at last is depend on police, which I have never seen arrive on time.
Just then--
The other two boys lunged at me almost at the same time, grabbing my arms, trying to drag me back like I was something rabid that needed to be restrained.
One of them punched my shoulder. It barely registered. Their strength was nothing.
I twisted, resisting, my grip still holding tight onto the plate piece. Just like that there was another blow somewhere near my collarbone. Pain sparked, dull and distant. Not enough.
Never enough. Still the act was disrespectful.
I twisted against them, resisting, my grip loosening just enough for her to collapse forward, coughing violently, gasping like she'd been dragged back from something deeper than death.
Pathetic.
I turned at them. There were slower. Hesitant. Predictable.
One step in—my elbow dove into his ribs. I felt more than I heard it, that dull shift beneath bone. He staggered back, choking on air. The second tried again, grabbing my arms—easily I wrenched free and struck him across the jaw. He dropped just like that—too easily. Too—
Something cracked against my head. For a second everything went silent. Then sharp--
The world tilted as the glass shattered—against me this time. I felt it break. I felt those fragments bite into my scalp, shallow but enough. A thin warmth followed almost immediately, sliding down my hairline, slow and deliberate.
Blood.
I blinked once.
The girl stood there, the broken glass still trembling in her hands, her chest rising and falling too fast. Was there fear, or anger? I guess both…. I liked it. At least she fought back. She was heavily shaking, meanwhile the other left boy held her in his arms like some affectionate buddy. His stares piercing my skin as if all this is my fault. I don't care
The boys tried again, dragging at me, hitting harder now—but they were already losing rhythm. Panic had set in. their movements were messy.
But mine weren't. I was enraged this time. maybe entertaining myself.
I didn't remember half of what I did next—just fragments. A shove. A twist. Someone falling. Someone groaning. The sound of something close to breaking.
And all this while—other workers just stood there. Another predictable human nature—most of them seemed to have been enjoying the show honestly from their monotonous daily life. My eyes even fell on a kind who was recording—guess was keeping for future judgment. Good.
I almost laughed.
Then the sirens came.
Closer. Louder. I didn't resist when the police grabbed me. didn't bother. Their hands were firm, practiced—pulling me away from the mess I had turned into the place.
Behind me she was screaming. "Do you know what she did?! She did to me. She's insane!"
Insane?... maybe.
The police dragged us apart, voices overlapping, questions flying, none of which I cared enough to answer. My breathing was steady. Too steady for someone who had just caused a scene like that.
My stares remained at her screaming face. How gorgeous.....even more when she was crying. That lip gloss spread all over the face, with meat juice giving a texture to her face now. Her eyes and nose pink...… God, I am such an artistic person.
They pushed me toward the van. And so I was again going to have a visit to my second home..... I mean, I was a bit happy. At least got a chance to have an encounter with my love again this time.
...….
The station blurred.
Voices, questions, movement—I ignored most of it. The girl, I caught that much—was taken separately. Of course she was. That looks of her spoke her value.
I wasn't one of that fortunate person.
By the time they threw me into the cell, it was already late. Past one, maybe. The place was quieter now, the noise reduced to a low, constant hum.
I sat down slowly. My head throbbed. I reached up, fingers sliding through my hair until I felt it—a small shard still lodged near my scalp. I gripped it and pulled it out.
A sharp sting.
Then warmth again.
Blood slid down, tracing along my temple.
"…Tch."
I wiped it with the back of my hand. It didn't bother me. Nothing about this did. I've been here before.
Cells. Nights like this. The quiet after chaos—it feels familiar. Almost… comfortable.
Time passed. Or maybe it didn't.
Then only certain footsteps broke the silence. Slow, controlled they sounded.
My heart throbbed. I didn't need to look—my soul knew better than anyone who it was.
Of course it was him—My Love. I turned a bit to have a look of his face.
Theo stood there just outside, like he didn't belong anywhere near a place like this—and yet here he was. Those bar between us spoke a huge lot of difference between us--- he was that law-binder meanwhile I liked breaking it. he played the decent guy while I embarrassed him.
I knew again there would be questions. Again accusations.
I knew he hated me...… he hated me.
But still that one presence enlightened me always like morning sun. I loved him and still do and don't know for how long I would—guess maybe after death too.