Four letters.

Four letters to send your mind to a blithering chaos, or a numb oblivion.

To send you reeling into a state of complete alien-ness, especially when its unexpected.

Unexpected like a semi coming at you. Which really isn’t all that much of a surprise if you look both ways before crossing the street.

I hadn’t checked the intersection.

Four letters to make one word. One itsy bitsy word. Spewing from mouths everywhere, broadcasting across the nation. Not to sound like a song already been sung, but it'll rock you like a hurricane, like ten tsunamis, one right on top of the other. Considering there are hundreds of thousands of words in the dictionary, many thrice the size and beyond. You would thing four letters would be nothing, just a whisper of the almighty longer words. But no. This word has power, like a bull, strong and steady. It will not waver.

I wavered before it came, balancing on the brink. My breathe hitched and cheeks burning. The alcohol dancing in my blood stream. The music bouncing my eardrums. The heat baking my body.

One word to stop me, to make me feel like I should crawl into a deep dark hole and curl into nothing. One word to make me want to fly away with wings too small and head too big. My hands tumbling on top of each other. My eyes filling with tears. Laughing it off. Smiling at the thought, giggling away. Giddily thinking. My mind too clouded to clearly see.

He walked away, pushing anyone in his way.

I sat down on a couch and don’t remember anything more.

Now it was Sunday. Now my night was over. That night was gone. My mind was clear as a summer day.

He looked so delicious, his hair disheveled, his mouth set in a smirk, he hadn’t seen me yet.

I couldn’t stop myself.

My shaking arms wrapped around his compact torso.

He turned around, with a wondering gaze. I giggled, locking my vodka flavored lips to his cherry pink.

He smelt good.

He pushed me off, I shouted why? He said no.

I pouted, he stayed firm on it.

I over-reacted, screaming that four letter word, nine letter phrase.

"I hate you"

He walked away…

I guess I chose the wrong word… Different phrase. Hate wasn’t really what I had in mind to begin with… honest. Not me, not to him…

Why does that word seem to make the world go round? Why can't it make it stop?

Song line: Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions