You Oughta Know
Crushed
She's checking her phone walking through the kitchen to put down her coffee cup, when the alert for her e-mail comes through. She opens it up tapping the screen, nothing is in the message except for a link. Clicking on it, she drops her mug to the floor as she recognizes the bespectacled man in the photo. Her husband, Mikey Way. Hardly noticing the ceramic shards on the tile floor, she steps over them completely ignoring the stinging pain on her heels. Sitting down at the kitchen table staring at the phone as if willing for the picture, the evidence of his betrayal to disappear.
Dropping her head to the table and sobbing when it doesn't.
She lets the pain and devastation she feels take over her body. Rocking back and forth in the chair, cradling her head in her arms, as if to protect her from anymore heartbreak. Every sob and wail of despair ripping through her, screaming her pain. She clutches at her chest, right above her heart, her wails turning to pathetic little whimpers. Slowly subsiding into hiccups as she rest her head in her arms. All you see is the rise and fall of her hunched shoulders over the table as she leans herself against it.
Soon her body stills and she raises her head with a hard glint in her red rimmed, steely blue eyes. She pushes back from the table, once again walking over the floor with ceramic crunching under her feet. Gritting her teeth she growls out, “Fuck You, Mikey Way!”
Heading up the stairs taking them two at a time, she bursts into their bedroom throwing open his closet door yanking clothes out with hanger and all. Opening the window facing the backyard she throws it out into the cool January night air, going back for every single article of clothing. She rushes to one of his drawers where he keeps all his beanies and stupid little caps, snatching them all up in her arms also chucking them out the window. Looking around the room making sure she got everything, she rushes back downstairs and into the clothing strewn back yard. Removing the lid from the fire pit they had had built for bon fires she begins to fill it with his clothes. Then she grabs lighter fluid and pours it over everything, with an evil smile of revenge on her face. Grabbing the box of matches in her pocket she fiddles with them before striking two simultaneously, throwing them into the flammable fabric. Immediately turning it into a fiery inferno of polyester, cotton, and leather. Still smiling she watches the flames flicker back and forth, over the course of a few minutes. Suddenly turning around she speeds back into the house towards the basement, to Mikey’s practice room. She halts at the bottom of the stairs taking in all of his most precious belongings, not being able to choose she grabs the ones she knows he obsesses over the most. Some of the items being his sparkly silver bass guitar from Danger Days, framed platinum record of The Black Parade, and other things like his collection of action figures. Putting it all in a huge cardboard box she carries it up the stairs and into the front hall. She throws the box down and opens the coat closet, rummaging around for the wooden bat they kept there in case of emergencies.
Grabbing hold of it she pulls it from the depths of the closet and lets her arms adjust to the weight of it. Tucking it under her armpit, she picks up the box and flips it over spilling all of its contents onto the floor in front of the front door. She kicks the now empty box to the side and starts to let out a stream of curses as she brings the bat down again and again over his prized possessions.
“FUCK YOU AND YOUR BARLEY LEGAL SLUT!”
Bringing down the bat on the neck of the bass and then demolishing the rest of the body. Leaving nothing but sparkly bits of wood all over the floor.
“BOTH OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL AND ROT!”
Slamming it down on the framed album and signed records from his favorite bands. Watching with pleasure as the Anthrax case shatters with the blow, sweat pouring down her brow as she loses control. Tears stream down her face mixing with the sweat, making her eyes sting blinding her even more. She continues cursing, not caring to make sense, just spitting out the first things that come to mind.
“FUCKING SLUT!”
“THINKING ONLY ABOUT YOUR TINY DICK!”
“FUCKING THE FIRST CUNT THAT WOULD HAVE YOU!”
“FOUND YOURSELF A COCKSLUT, DID YOU?!?!”
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?! YOU ASSHOLE!”
“SIX FUCKING YEARS! I GAVE YOU SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE!”
“IT’S NOT FAIR YOU STUPID FUCK!”
“LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! THAT’S ALL THIS EVER WAS, WAS A BIG FUCKING LIE!!!”
She pauses, chest heaving trying to catch her breath as she stares down at the destruction she caused. Tears still stream down her face as she throws the bat down on top of the pile of rubbish. Running up the stairs she grabs her suitcases and packs as much of her shit that she can. Throwing everything in not caring about organizing it, she zips it shut carrying it downstairs with her purse, keys, and cellphone. Going to the garage door to her car, she unlocks it throwing everything in the trunk.
Walking back into the house her tears have stopped, only leaving behind the bitterness in her soul. She looks around the front hall and turns on the light so she can be sure it’s the first thing he sees when he comes home. Before leaving for good she picks up the bat one more time swinging it at the wedding photos nailed to the wall, shattering the glass on contact. She walks out, not bothering to lock the doors. Getting in her car she sends out a tweet:
devastated…(but ill be back). xo.
Pulling out of the garage and down the driveway she flips on her stereo. Music filling the car, recognizing the song she turns it up singing along, smiling satisfied with herself.
“And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know”
Dropping her head to the table and sobbing when it doesn't.
She lets the pain and devastation she feels take over her body. Rocking back and forth in the chair, cradling her head in her arms, as if to protect her from anymore heartbreak. Every sob and wail of despair ripping through her, screaming her pain. She clutches at her chest, right above her heart, her wails turning to pathetic little whimpers. Slowly subsiding into hiccups as she rest her head in her arms. All you see is the rise and fall of her hunched shoulders over the table as she leans herself against it.
Soon her body stills and she raises her head with a hard glint in her red rimmed, steely blue eyes. She pushes back from the table, once again walking over the floor with ceramic crunching under her feet. Gritting her teeth she growls out, “Fuck You, Mikey Way!”
Heading up the stairs taking them two at a time, she bursts into their bedroom throwing open his closet door yanking clothes out with hanger and all. Opening the window facing the backyard she throws it out into the cool January night air, going back for every single article of clothing. She rushes to one of his drawers where he keeps all his beanies and stupid little caps, snatching them all up in her arms also chucking them out the window. Looking around the room making sure she got everything, she rushes back downstairs and into the clothing strewn back yard. Removing the lid from the fire pit they had had built for bon fires she begins to fill it with his clothes. Then she grabs lighter fluid and pours it over everything, with an evil smile of revenge on her face. Grabbing the box of matches in her pocket she fiddles with them before striking two simultaneously, throwing them into the flammable fabric. Immediately turning it into a fiery inferno of polyester, cotton, and leather. Still smiling she watches the flames flicker back and forth, over the course of a few minutes. Suddenly turning around she speeds back into the house towards the basement, to Mikey’s practice room. She halts at the bottom of the stairs taking in all of his most precious belongings, not being able to choose she grabs the ones she knows he obsesses over the most. Some of the items being his sparkly silver bass guitar from Danger Days, framed platinum record of The Black Parade, and other things like his collection of action figures. Putting it all in a huge cardboard box she carries it up the stairs and into the front hall. She throws the box down and opens the coat closet, rummaging around for the wooden bat they kept there in case of emergencies.
Grabbing hold of it she pulls it from the depths of the closet and lets her arms adjust to the weight of it. Tucking it under her armpit, she picks up the box and flips it over spilling all of its contents onto the floor in front of the front door. She kicks the now empty box to the side and starts to let out a stream of curses as she brings the bat down again and again over his prized possessions.
“FUCK YOU AND YOUR BARLEY LEGAL SLUT!”
Bringing down the bat on the neck of the bass and then demolishing the rest of the body. Leaving nothing but sparkly bits of wood all over the floor.
“BOTH OF YOU CAN GO TO HELL AND ROT!”
Slamming it down on the framed album and signed records from his favorite bands. Watching with pleasure as the Anthrax case shatters with the blow, sweat pouring down her brow as she loses control. Tears stream down her face mixing with the sweat, making her eyes sting blinding her even more. She continues cursing, not caring to make sense, just spitting out the first things that come to mind.
“FUCKING SLUT!”
“THINKING ONLY ABOUT YOUR TINY DICK!”
“FUCKING THE FIRST CUNT THAT WOULD HAVE YOU!”
“FOUND YOURSELF A COCKSLUT, DID YOU?!?!”
“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?! YOU ASSHOLE!”
“SIX FUCKING YEARS! I GAVE YOU SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE!”
“IT’S NOT FAIR YOU STUPID FUCK!”
“LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! THAT’S ALL THIS EVER WAS, WAS A BIG FUCKING LIE!!!”
She pauses, chest heaving trying to catch her breath as she stares down at the destruction she caused. Tears still stream down her face as she throws the bat down on top of the pile of rubbish. Running up the stairs she grabs her suitcases and packs as much of her shit that she can. Throwing everything in not caring about organizing it, she zips it shut carrying it downstairs with her purse, keys, and cellphone. Going to the garage door to her car, she unlocks it throwing everything in the trunk.
Walking back into the house her tears have stopped, only leaving behind the bitterness in her soul. She looks around the front hall and turns on the light so she can be sure it’s the first thing he sees when he comes home. Before leaving for good she picks up the bat one more time swinging it at the wedding photos nailed to the wall, shattering the glass on contact. She walks out, not bothering to lock the doors. Getting in her car she sends out a tweet:
devastated…(but ill be back). xo.
Pulling out of the garage and down the driveway she flips on her stereo. Music filling the car, recognizing the song she turns it up singing along, smiling satisfied with herself.
“And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know”
@Skyethewaffleway
Thats great! :) I love Alanis.
1/7/14