the girl with the cigarette

She was short, with green eyes. No, with blue eyes. Wait, maybe with brown eyes. Yes, she was a girl with green eyes; and they smiled at you with that sort of a smile that was making you want to just go and fuck her brains out. She was not cute, maybe a little, maybe a lot, perhaps even beautiful. But you wouldn't dare to think that, all you could think of was reaching to your pocket for set of matches and setting her on fire.
Because after all, she did brake your heart.

the crime

"Black cat eh?" I thought. Crawling back to bed was so difficult, I took pills but they only bended my toes. Pulling hair didn't help, it was pointless, and skin on my back was already bleeding through the bed sheets with pink-flowery pattern.

I decided to put cat into the box, he was being to loud, to small, and unaware of what was going on. I wish he could talk and make me stop from what was going though my head, but instead, he sat in middle of the box rolled up into a ball with his pink eyes staring into the ceiling.

I took another pill, this time the pill was grey with yellow dots in middle. I had no idea what they meant but they made my skin itch. There was really no point of delaying the event so I took another stab then another. Cat in box didn't even move. He was not aware.

I crawled back to bed and let the sheets hug my naked body.
There was no shiver or a teardrop.

Just a black cat in the box watching me die slowly.