3 years later..

I've been off university for 4 months now for holiday and I was bored. I randomly remembered that WE USED TO HAVE A BLOG. 

I searched up half-asleep series which we made just for the fun of it and for our stories that we used to come up with in the middle of the night. Unfortunately the stories never made it on here because we felt as if nobody would ever read them. We stopped writing the blog due to our laziness BUT because of my boredom IT'S BACK! And then its probably going to disappear again for another 3 years. 

I looked back at the way we used to do our blog posts and I cringed, HARD. So without further adieu, with a new look, I present you my first blog post after 3 years.

It's just a poem really that I created out of boredom, but leave comments telling me if you want part 2, I might just put it up ;) 

A little description to set the mood; 

The whole world felt like it stopped for about a minute. All the noise drains out from my ears. My body aches. The house is dark and the window is open and all the lights are off. I get up from the floor, and my head is heavy. I look in the mirror, my eyes are red, I remember scratching them. But I can’t seem to remember much else. I remember being scared. I look towards the living room. The sofa is tipped over and the glass table is broken. Then I notice a trail of blood starting from a shard of glass. It leads out of the living room and up the stairs. My heart is trembling as I reach for the banister. My hand stings. There is a jagged cut across my entire palm and it starts to bleed. Ignoring it, I follow the trail and it stops at the foot of my bedroom door. I push it open. There is no one there. But the window is broken. I run towards it and I look outside. My heart feels like its beating in my throat. I let out a deafening scream. My throat burns. My husband’s headless body lies there on the grass.

Oh my god

That is my husband on the floor

I couldn’t take it anymore

He always talked and never listened

I found his phone and his slutty mistress

He promised me he’ll always love me

But now I know he just wanted to fuck me

He started to blame me and said this was my fault

I called the police for sexual assault

He pushed me down and said don’t you dare

That’s when the glass table broke and I began to swear

He moved the sofa as he tried to grab me

There is dust in my eyes, my vision goes blurry

He holds my throat and I begin to kick

There is bile rising in my throat, I want to be sick

He lets go and looks into my eyes

‘Maura, remember all the good times?’

He smiles at me, his eyes look black

I grab a glass shard and put it behind my back

He slides back his hair and it falls flat

‘I always loved you, Maura, you know that’

No emotion, all lies, I don’t understand

I’ve known him for 12 years, yet I cannot recognise this man

Within a second, I take the glass shard and run it across his neck

Over and over, I just want to forget

Blood splatters and he is now dead

If he remained the person I married, I wouldn’t have cut off his head.

- Maisha