Come back to me...

[Harakiri]

1.

 

I slowly awoke to the sound of singing. I rubbed my eyes gently, finding myself drawn into the haunting song. It was a song of every emotion under the sun, but most of all, love and hate.

 

I walked into the drawing room, where I found her, staring out of a large window in her nightgown, her singing not even faltering a note as my footsteps echoed through the chilling room.

 

It was odd, for everything seemed to be blanketed by dark, except for her.

 

I walked to her, and embraced her, but my hands went through her body, and I found myself stumbling into the window. I was able to stop myself from crashing through by catching hold of a cabinet beside me.

 

I then heard the song again, this time, it sounded sour, notes dropping, and then picking up, like some kind of disoriented Choir, minus the choir. When I think about it, it was odd. It sounded like many people, when in fact, it was one voice that projected these ear splitting sounds.

 

I ran into the living room, where I found a figure, lying on the ground.

 

I then noticed the blood on the wall and carpet.

 

She had slit her own throat, the knife laying in her left hand...

 

But she was wearing jeans instead of the night gown I had saw her in previously.

 

And the song continued, an endless cacophany of lyrical mayhem.

 

I needed to solve this mystery...

 

My first thought of course was that I was dreaming, but then I felt her blood against me as I slipped on it.

 

It was no dream.