It Started Out With A Kiss

--For the Inspired By A Song contest--

Paranoia is a powerful factor, especially when it's motivated by truth. It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.

--Inspired by 'Mr. Brightside 'by The Killers--

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1. Coming Out of My Cage

      Her jealously had reached its climax. Her face was red with rage, her eyes swollen from the tears she had shed. "I can’t believe he’s asking what’s wrong. Can't he see what's wrong?" She almost laughed at his stupidity. How could he not see how wrong this was? 

      She tossed her phone on her bed and stood, facing the mirror for a few moments, studying herself. "It's not like I can blame him for not wanting me anymore, really," she murmured. She touched her reflection, tracing over the short locks of dull blond hair she had carelessly twisted into a bun. She watched her own stormy gray eyes, searching for an unseen answer to her dilemma. The freckles sprinkled across her cheeks glistened as tears began to flow from her eyes. 

     She shuffled to her bed, ignoring the vibrations her phone was making from the incoming messages, and later on, the calls her boyfriend was making. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling, watching the popcorn texture of it above her, trying to count the strange bumps. Her eyes flickered back and forth. 

     Eventually, the sounds around her faded. The sound of her music, playing at full blast while she had been texting her (idiotic) boyfriend, the noises of the cars rushing past on the busy street outside her apartment, and the buzzing of her phone all blended together. She fell asleep without realizing it, closing her eyes and focusing on the darkness behind her eyelids. 

     After a while, a movie rose out of the depths of the darkness. It took her a moment to realize who she was seeing. It was her boyfriend and some other girl. Her boyfriend was wonderful, as always; the dark, shaggy hair she loved to run her fingers through was messy, his icy blue eyes that seemed to peer through to her soul had a happy light to them, the muscular build he had was somewhat tense, and those warm arms that encircled her so often hung at his sides.

    And then there was the girl. The girl was beautiful. She was curvy, dark haired, dark eyed, sexy, to be honest. Everything she wasn't. The girl was on the phone, speaking, although her mouth formed a slight smirk as she traced her index finger down his arm, seemingly performing the action unconsciously. She saw her boyfriend shiver slightly. The sight made her heart ache. She couldn't call out to her boyfriend, however, couldn't even open her mouth. She could only sit and watch as the scene unfolded. 

     She saw them, "just friends", according to her boyfriend. It seemed as though the girl was calling for a cab, she realized, but changed her mind halfway through the phone call and canceled on the cab. Her boyfriend had taken out a cigarette and breathed in the vile smoke. He offered it to the girl and she giggled, nodding and taking a drag from the cigarette. She tried to reach a hand out, tried to call out, to stop the scene from unfolding. 

     Slowly, surely, the two got closer and closer together, until their lips touched. She watched as her boyfriend kissed this unknown female, her stomach churning and increasingly feeling sick. Tears welled up in her eyes. She continued trying to force her arm outward, trying to stop them. In her mind, she could hear her own screeches. 

      Stop! Don't do this! Don't you dare! You idiot! 

     After a while, her thoughts were no longer intelligible, just screaming in the agony of watching this scene end. The kissing grew more passionate by the second. He bit her lip, coaxing her mouth open, sliding his tongue into her mouth when she obeyed his command. The tears had grown into full blown sobs, and the attempt to stop them became a mission. 

    The girl unbuttoned his shirt quickly and slid her hands up his chest, smiling into their kiss. He smiled back, his hands slowly reaching toward the hem of her short, black dress and pushing the fabric upwards. She couldn't watch this. She couldn't bare this. Her arm wrenched outward, in front of her, her hand grabbing for him. 

     "STOP IT!" 

     The couple stopped and stared at her, as if they’d just heard her. Then they continued from where they left off. The scene went black.  

     ~~~~~

     When she awoke from her dream, the sick feeling was still in her stomach, churning. Her right arm was stretched out in front of her, grasping the empty air. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed. Her messy bun had come undone and her hair cascaded down her shoulders. She breathed heavily, slowly lowering her right hand and clutching her heart. 

     She sobbed then, pressing her face into her hands, tears streaming down her face ceaselessly. "How did it end up like this?" She asked herself. Suddenly, through the noise of her sobs, there was the buzzing of a cell phone. Her cell phone. 

    She grabbed it immediately. It was a phone call from him and she picked it up. "Hello?" she asked, wiping her eyes and sniffling. "Babe? Are you alright? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to-" 

   She cut him off, laughing softly and sniffling again. "No, no it's okay. I'm fine. Are you still gonna hang out with her tonight?" She bit her lip, almost making a hole in her flesh. There was no hesitation in his answer. "No. I wanted to see if you wanted to come over, actually." 

   She sighed in relief. "Yeah. I wouldn’t mind. I'm sorry. I guess I overreacted." Her boyfriend chuckled. "A little, although it's not like it wasn't warranted, I guess." She sighed and frowned. He still didn't understand fully. At least he understood slightly, now, though.

    "I'll come over tonight." They agreed on the time and hung up, whispering their I Love You's quietly over the speaker, like meaningless secrets told between children. She lay back on her bed, huffing. She thought about how he admitted he was wrong, how he apologized. It wasn't something he normally did. He must've realized just how upset she was. She sighed again and chuckled bitterly. 

    "I never…I never expected this."

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