Music Monday is a music prompt writing event done each week in the Show Offs Community on Google Plus. Each week we take a different song, listen to it and write about how that song makes us feel. This piece was written for: Song One
Angel had spent the last two days wondering where her time went. Between the drugs and the frequent blackouts, it was only appropriate that she not remember. But to wake on the third day inside a dirty motel room with a dead body on the floor, and blood covering every inch of the squalid, single-bed domain...how could she begin to explain anything to herself, let alone the police? Jodie was there on the recliner. Her arms were covered in blood but she didn't seem to have any injuries. Angel had just woken up and had been staring at the carnage in the room for what felt like hours. It may have been hours, or only a few moments. She couldn't tell time anymore. The human wasteland before her was just too overwhelming.
Jodie stirred a bit in the chair and then felt back into motionless sleep. Did Jodie know? Was she responsible? Angel could remember meeting some people at a local bar. They were from out-of-town. Some rich kid on a road trip with his two friends. She vaguely remembered a party and piles of cocaine spilling onto the glass coffee table that was now the centerpiece of this catastrophe. Angel's mind flashed with images of laughter. Then, suddenly, her mind was assaulted with flashes of pain and red. Had she done this? A quick scan around her sitting up in bed revealed she was nude except for a long t-shirt. She had no visible marks, no wounds. There was some blood splattered on her thighs but not her blood, she was certain of that.
Tentatively, Angel pulled the covers from her body and stepped gingerly onto the carpet as if the world itself would fall apart should she make more than a whisper of a sound. As her field of vision rounded the end of the motel bed, she saw the first body. There was a name assigned to that body but she just could not remember who he was. Her hand covered her mouth as she gaped in confusion and utter disbelief. She flicked her eyes between the body and Jodie in the chair. Did Jodie do this? How had things gone terribly wrong?
The memories came flooding in. She and Jodie had gone to the local pub; a complete dive by anyone's standards. But the music was good and the bar staff didn't card. Angel was only 19. After a few drinks, she and Jodie decided to approach the table of boys. There was Cody, Dan who preferred Daniel, and Devil, clearly a nickname. Small talk was made, drinks were ingested, and the suggestion was made by someone at some point that some powder was the next logical step in the equation for the evening. Everything seemed fine until the motel.
Angel stared wide-eyed at the second body in the corner. That was Devil. A well-muscled young man with not a care in the world. Now he was face up, eyes cold and dead peered into the ceiling as a towel rod jutted from his chest. Now two dead bodies lay on the floor. For some reason, Angel knew where the third boy had been resting. She cautiously stepped between stains and limbs until she reached the bathroom. Daniel was laying face down in the tub, blood running up and down either side. It looked like a heavy object was used to smash in the back of his head. Small rivulets of blood still streamed from his open mouth that hung open above the basin of the bathtub.
Angel was stricken with a sense of disbelief and fear. She didn't remember any of this. Jodie would remember. But should she wake Jodie? What if Jodie had done this and was simply napping until she had enough strength to finish her off? The paranoia began sinking into Angel's heart like a metal slug. Angel knew what she had to do. She quickly tiptoed from out of the bathroom, grabbed for her pants on the floor, also covered in blood, and would run out into the morning sun screaming for the police.
But what would she tell them? She didn't remember what happened. She would be arrested for sure, charged with drug and alcohol use at the very least; perhaps even murder. Did she pawn it all off on her best friend of many years who lay sleeping in the recliner? Sick with fear and unknowing, Angel pulled on her pants and sat on the floor wrapping her arms around her knees as she tucked her body in on itself.
“Did you like last night?” A voice came from the recliner. Angel didn't turn to look at her. She knew the only living person in the room was speaking, the only person who may know what happened so she asked the question; “What happened, Jodie?”
“You were a handful but as you can see, I took care of it for you. Now we just have to clean up the mess. You don't remember do you?” Jodie seemed so calm, so in control and Angel didn't remember. She shook her head. Jodie smiled and pulled herself from the recliner. Her arm snaked around Angel's shoulders and pulled her in tight as she sat beside her on the floor.
“You know, being the best friend of a vampire can be a tough job,” Jodie said matter-of-fact. “Next time I might not be around to bail you out so you had better learn to control this thing.” Jodie leaned her head against Angel's shoulder. The memories of the previous night suddenly became clear to Angel as she in turn rested her head against Jodie's. “I love you!” Angel told her, almost distantly.
“I know you do sweetheart, I know you do.” Jodie sighed, stood up and got to work placing the bodies into black bags.