Demolition Lovers by Crimson Rose (room on the broom read aloud txt) 📖

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One day the devil decided to leave a box matches for a little girl to discover them. The angels saw it, but didn’t do anything about it, afterall the little girl was so pretty and nice, the angels wanted her to join them. She burnt a match. And the fire swallowed her up, giving her wings and a hoop crown. She had become an angel. And she was happy where she was. But her poor mother was unprepared. So the mother mistook her little boy for her little girl. The little boy stood quite and proud to be mistaken for an angel. But by time he forgot how to pretend to be his twin sister. If only he could see her once again, learn how to be the little girl so he could please his poor confused mother. He had to reach heaven to see her. And fast. The pills were his tickets to his sister. He was so close…
“But your angel sister thought it wasn’t time, for neither of us. And the next thing we know, we were in beds, next to each other. We fell in love and lived happily ever after…” Bedtime story was over. Time to sleep…

***

There is something wrong with the way Sumio walks. Not in a way that there is something with his leg. How to describe it? He looks stiff. Almost as if he has no joints. Also, not that he ever had a big appetite, but he doesn’t eat much anymore.
Ok, I admit, it’s more than just that. He who usually could talk a mile an hour, lately doesn’t talk much. When he does, it’s just confusing. “Sumio, how’s school?” I was just trying to make small talk. His reply was insane <b> “Like scarecrows, that fuel this flame, we’re burning…” His eyes…look in bewilderment. His pupils, as small as the tip of a needle. And the worst part is, he has trouble with sleeping. I gave him my sleeping pills. I’m the one who has the sleeping problems in this relationship. He takes them, but when he does, he’s sleepwalking.
When I woke up to get a glass of water, I realized he wasn’t beside me. And there was an unusual glow in the house. I thought ‘God! Not again!’. There he was, lighting his damn candles, with blood shot eyes. “Sumio?” no response. He didn’t hear me because he was sleeping. I took him to the sink and splashed water on his face. That woke him up. “Sumio, tell me what number?!” I stuck three fingers in his face <b> “It’s just a vacant three by four…”. By this point, I was crying. “Sumio, I’m worried. About you.” He went to bed. And I stood by the sink, longing for a knife.

***

I fall asleep on the couch, kind of scared to sleep by Sumio. I dream, of me digging a grave. Sumio’s grave. I wake up screaming. Sumio is up, staring at me. The candles give his face a freaky glow. “Sumio?”
“Be quiet and just listen.” I nod.
<b> “Hand in mine, into your icy blues and then I’d say to you we could take to the highway, with this trunk of ammunition too, I’d end my days with you in hail of bullets…"
I’m panting. “Sumio, you’re scaring me.”
He shouts. The first time I hear him shout “Shut the fuck UP!”. Then he goes to a whisper. “Please, just listen. <b> I would drive onto the end with you, a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full. And I feel like there’s nothing left to do but prove myself to you and we’ll keep it running. But this time I mean it, I’ll let you know just how much you mean to me. As snow falls on desert sky, until the end of everything.” He comes closer. My heart is beating like a drum. He tries to kiss me, but I turn my face away.
“Sumio, don’t. Look, there’s something wrong. With you. But we are gonna get over this too.”. He Holds my hand. He shuts his eyes, and when he opens them for the first time in days his face looks normal. His expression calm, his pupils back where they belong. This is my Sumio, the one that I love.
“Guinevere, I’m sorry. It’s the pills… Look, I need fresh air, or even better, a ride. I’ll drive, sounds good?” I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
“Ok, a ride. Sounds good.”
Sumio doesn’t drive unless he is going somewhere far away or important. I’ve never been in his second hand Volvo before. He usually takes his bike. Sometimes I stand on the frame of the bike, holding onto him. We have so much fun trying to balance!
We are quiet, scared to get things all crazy over again. He drives. I turn on the classical music channel. I assure myself thing are going to get better. I close my eyes and smile to myself. Then, he makes a sharp turn. We are headed straightly forward to a wall. “Sumio! STOP!” I plead. 10 yards, 8 yards. “STOP SUMIO STOP!” 5 yards, 4 yards. “BE REASONABLE! SUMIO! STO—“ WHAM.
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Publication Date: 10-24-2011

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