Salt, Sweat, Sugar

Author\'s Note: With my writer\'s block cured by a certain asshole April Fool\'s joke that was played on me, I wrote thinthing a little more violent than usual. A little burnt out, too. Enjoy!
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Salt, Sweat, Sugar
By xaphanea
Theme: Bleed American, Jimmy Eat World
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The crack of knuckle to her cheekbone.
Blood spewing down her fair skin.
Her eye bruising purple with every passing moment.
Tears cascading in waterfalls of pain.
Fist connecting with her slightly lipid stomach.
A curdling scream as blriserises in her throat.
Quick breaths as her body hits the floor.
Death waits in the air.
Death hisses in her ear.
Death licks at her very soul.
Gasp.
Gasp.
Silence.

I\'m not alone because the TV\'s on, yeah
I\'m not crazy \'cause I take the right pills, every day and rest
Clean your conscience
Clear your thoughts with speyside with your grain
Clean your conscience
Clear your thoughts with speyside,

I wiped sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. The adrene wne was subsiding as the rage cooled in my veins. She lay sprawled at my feet, staring liflessly at the ceiling with those big blue orbs. Her black hair splayed under her head, matted in blood oozing from her face. She looked so upset and tortured. Even in death, still trying to make me feel guilty.
\"I don\'t regret this, Cara.\" I softly said, fists relaxing as my fingers unclenched. I lowered myself to the floor, sitting back and crossing my legs. I rested my wrists on my knees, studying Cara\'s limp body. She was terribly beaten; I hadn\'t even realized I had gone that crazy.

Salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
Our hearts littering the topsoil
Tune in
And we can get the last call
Our lives
Our coal
Salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
Our hearts littering the topsoil
Sign up
The picket line or the parade
Our lives

\"If you wouldn\'t have fucked with me, then I wouldn\'t have fucked with you. All those nights I spent with Alex, you followedlikelike the little slut that you are. Sure, it\'s his fault too... and I will deal with him later... but you\'re supposed to be my best friend. You threw yourself at him just to spite me.\" I let out a deep sigh, pulling a joint from my pocket. I fished out a lighter from Cara\'s fallen purse and lifted the rolled herb to my lips. I took a long drag, and the smoke was like bliss as my spirits began to lift. \"You fucking slut.\" I laughed, inhaling again, and peered around the room.was was Cara\'s bedroom, her disgustingly pink and cheerful area. It burst with happiness and feminity. There were posters of good looking celebrities on her walls, neatly arranged about the walls. It was fairly tidy; there were no clothes anywhere but hung in the closet.

I\'m not alone because the TV\'s on, yeah
I\'m not crazy \'cause I take the right pills every day and rest
Clean your conscience
Clear your thoughts with speyside and with your brain
Clean your conscience
Clear your thoughts with speyside

\"Did you take pleasure in whoring yourself to my boyfriend? Did you?\" Ibledbled, kicking her torso slightly, then harsher. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating everything in it\'s friendly glow. Cara\'s blood was staining the carpet, and I sneered. \"And now I\'ve dyed your precious pink floor red. I\'m vengeful when I\'m angry, Cara. But you knew that.\" I paused, brow furrowing in sudden wonder. \"Did you honestly think that I wouldn\'t find out? Or maybe you wanted me to. Maybe you thought Alex would protect you from me. Well, dear, you made a fatal mistake. Alex doesn\'t give a shit about you. He was in it for the sex. That\'s all you\'re good for.\" I stopped, realizing that I was shaking profusely. Finishing the joint right to the tip, I flicked the roach into Cara\'s laundry basket. \"I bet you weren\'t expecting me to kil you. Well, Alex wan\'t here to stop me. He doesn\'t care. You paid for what you did to me. It\'s only a matter of time before he shows up, looking for you. He wants to find you to end it before I do something crazy. Now that I know, he cares about my feelings.\"

Salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
Our hearts littering the topsoil
Tune in
And we can get the last call
Our lives
Our coal
Salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
Our our hearts littering the topsoil
Sign up
It\'s the picket line or the parade
Our lives

I got to my feet, the world spinning for a moment before I regained my balance.
\"Well, I haven\'t done something crazy. I don done something logical. He will understand, once I\'m done with him.\" I stopped, hearing the front door slam. I walked to the window, listening intently to the frantic steps thundering up the stairs. I closed my eyes, and Cara\'s door flew open.
\"Jesus Christ!\" Alex flew to the fallen girl\'s side, feeling her throat in desperation. He sighed heavily, and I turned my face towards him, eyes fluttering oipen. He stared up at me, beautiful green eyes wide in question.
\"She didn\'t put up much of a fight.\" I smirked, and he lunged forward in spontaneous anger. Within seconds, I had my gun out, trained firmly on his forehead. He stepped back, jaw clenched.

Bleed from my arm
Won\'t they give it a rest now?
(Give it a rest now)
Rest now?
Now now nowwww

\"Have you gone fucking nuts?!\" He cried, voice shrill with anxiety.
\"Whatever has happened to me, it\'s your fault.\" I provoked him, raising my chin. \"I bet you came here to fuck her again.\"
\"No, I came here to end it with her.\" He narrowed his eyes, looking down at the floor. \"Are you that blind?\" I threw my head back, laughing heartily.
\"I\'m not blind, dear. I saw everything you two did, remember?\" I cocked the gun, feeling the rage pump through my bloodstream again. \"I saw the passion and the look on your face as that little whore sucked your dick. She jammed it in far, didn\'t she? Did it feel good?\" He wasn\'t answering me, but fear pulsed in his temples. He swallowed hard enough for me to notice, and I suddenly screamed. He jumped, and I raised my free hand to my hair, grasping it forcefully in my anger. \"Do you have any idea what you\'ve put me through, you fucking asshole? She can\'t have your cock anymore!\" I didn\'t even comprehend what I was doing anymore. I was out of control.

Salt sweat sugar on the asphalt
Our hearts littering the topsoil
Tune in
And we can get the last call
Our lives
Our coal

A shot in his leg.
His pained cry.
A shot in his shoulder.
His scream of anguish.
Her triumphant stare.
Her stance over him like a lioness over he prey.
Her hisses of hatred at he and his fallen mistress.
His pleading words.
Death waits in the air.
Death hisses in his ear.
Death licks at his very soul.
Gasp.
Gasp.
BLAM!
Silence.

END