You never meant to kill her.
But the blood pooling beneath her skull tells a different story.
It started as a quiet night, just the two of you. The room was dim, the air thick with the scent of sweat and secrets. Ella's fingers traced lines down your back, her breath warm against your neck. The thrill of it all sent shivers through you—the danger, the forbidden touch. You have been careful. Always careful. Or so you thought.
Then the door creaked.
Your body went rigid, a bolt of cold terror shooting through your spine. Ella pulled away, her breath catching in her throat. You both turned at the same time—your eyes locking onto hers. Blessing .
She stood frozen in the doorway, her hand still on the handle as she was about to close the door, wide eyes flicking between the two of you. For a moment, silence stretched thin and suffocating. Then she took a step back.
She's going to run?
"Wait, that's not even the question", you thought.
she's here. Too early. Too soon.
"Why is she here?" You thought.
She wasn't supposed to come now. Not at 7:40 p.m. The night reading starts at 9:00 p.m. You had told her to come by 8:30Pm. By then you would have been done with arranging your things.
That's even before Ella came. You thought it's safe. That no one would knock, That no one will barge in. That's before you got lost in this pleasure adventure with ella, in the stolen silence, in the warmth of her arms.
And she saw.
Oh God, she saw.
Her eyes went wide, and before you could even think, she turned to run. Or was it to open the door?
Ella lurch forward before you even realize what was happening. Her fingers close around blessing's wrist, yanking her back into the room, that is the first mistake, because by virtue of that pull, she ended up slamming her head on the upper section of the iron bunk. So hard that you could swear you heard something crack.
Immediately blessing stood up without feeling any pain, already trying to head towards the door. " is it the adrenaline or something else?" You thought, but you know the answer can wait for now. You pulled her back from the lower section of bunk which was a pleasure filled island few minutes ago.
Her body slams into yours, her breath coming out in a choked gasp, and you pulled her in. She struggles, twisting against your grip, Ella turned back in an instant, after shoving the door shut with a sharp click.
Despite your attempts to pull her back into the mattress on the lower section of the bed, she kepts moving with a struggle towards the door. You sprang to your feet and held her from behind. You intend talking things out but...
Her mouth opens—a scream forming in her throat, then you knew you have no choice. You can't let it out. If she screams, it's over. The hostel will wake. They'll come running. They'll see. They'll know.
A look at Ella, standing across you; was it frustration or confusion? You can read not the expression on her face nor the look in her eyes. You made the decision, your left hand springs up covering Blessing's mouth, pressing it hard to prevent any sound from slipping out.
Blessing is startled by your sudden action, or was it the discomfort? Her both hands goes up too, towards her mouth, to fight for the salvation of her lips.
At that moment, your knees both bends back, as you give more strength to your right hand which has been across her chest, holding her left breast, your body including hers bends back too, as you lifted her up. Gravity does it job, and you both falls on the cold floor.
The pain of your bare back landing on the floor is unbearable, her body landing on yours has knocked the air out of your lungs, but you thinks that's okay. You have achieved what you wanted by successfully immobilizing her.
Now she's thrashing, her body jerking against yours, her nails raking down your arm, sharp and desperate. Her breath is hot against the skin of your left hand, gasping, pleading. She twists, her hands pressing against you, trying to push away, but they keep slipping.
Your skin is slick with sweat, your body bare except for your pants. She can't get a grip. She tries again, her fingers clawing, grasping, but she slides off, over and over. Hot water began pouring on your chest, you are confused, until reality dawn's on you.
She's crying.
The walls seem to close in, the air growing thick with something heavy, something final. Blessing thrashes, her nails scraping against your arms, her breath coming in frantic gasps. You squeeze tighter.
She won't stop fighting.
Ella moves, it seems she has finally made a decision. She looks down at both of you with a strange look in her eyes. Then swat besides both of you and without hesitation her hands sprang into action,wrapping around blessing's neck, tightening.
Realizing what was happening, Your right hand flies up leaving its former position and clamping over the left one already on blessing's mouth. With clear intention of not letting a single sound escape.
You can't see her face, but can only imagine Her beautiful eyes widening, pupils blown with fear. Especially now that Ella has entered a dangerous stance by positioning both of you between her legs now kneeling. Ella's hands kept pressing so hard that you were also feeling the pain.
Blessing has abandoned the salvation She seeked for her lips, and is now struggling with Ella's hands. She jerks violently, her body writhing against yours. Her legs kick, knocking over a chair, sending it clattering to the floor. You press harder, your own breath coming fast and ragged. Hers now hot you can swear the heat can boil water.
Now your heart is pounding so hard it hurts. Your hands burn from holding her, from keeping her in place. Your breath is ragged, your chest heaving.
She jerks again, her elbow slamming into your ribs. Pain flares through you, but you don't let go. You can't. If you let go, she screams. If she screams, they will come. If they come, she will tell. If she tells. If she tells—
No.
Your grip tightens.
Ella's hands squeeze harder.
You remember the saying that a dying man will do anything to stay alive. At some point, he becomes an animal. Blessing has become that animal. Ella is bearing the greater heat from the burning of the fire, as blessing punch her ribs and head...
Ella's hands press harder
...scratch her hands and face, attempt to reciprocate Ella's favour by also pressing her neck.
Blessing won't stop fighting.
She won't stop moving.
She won't stop.
Her fingers claw at Ella's arms again, at her skin, tearing, pleading. You can only imagine Her eyes lock onto Ella's, glistening, silently begging as Ella keeps staring back. You feel her breath against your palm, rapid and shallow. Then—less. Then—nothing.
Her body goes limp.
And then—
The struggle slows.
Her hands slip again. Then they fall away.
Her body twitches, convulses—then slackens.