My Valentine Part One

      I'm marked, for life, with the two of hearts sewn on my body. I had since sliced one of the hearts clean off of my body.

      "Are you speaking out loud?" 

       I looked over to the seat across the isle of the bus. She was irritated. Like I cared. She was just some person, and I had my own issues that she would never know.

      "I can still hear you."

      I needed hesitantly to her, but only paid mild attention otherwise. She probably wondered where I was going. Anywhere honestly. Anywhere, but here. I let the one person, I love be consumed by overwhelming sadness and worry that she had died. If at the very least, I didn't do drugs and never slept, she may have known.

      "I don't think you do drugs," she said.

      I had done them all, from Nutmeg to mushrooms. Her guilt consumed her, which corrupted her from the inside out, this killing her. Once I was fully aware, I took it upon myself to tattoo the image of a two of heart on my arm, because I was never going to be whole again.

      "Are you okay?"

      I looked out the window to see a building with bars on the windows. I would be cursed for eternity with her blood on my hands. The woman moved closer and rest her hands on my shoulder.

      "Don't worry, Clive. You will be okay. These people will take care of you." 

       Two large men entered the bus and moved towards me. The grabbed my be the cuffs and pulled me of the bus. For a breif moment, as I looked back, I thought the woman situated on the bus looked like her.