Bam. Bam.
And you go down.
My fists drip with blood, warm, sliding off my hands and spilling onto the concrete below, dashing the floor in quick splatters. I breathe in deep, the cold wind welcome into my firey chest. It's painful, breathing in, feeling the broken rib underneath pound wildly against my senses, the dull sharp aches across my body. But it feels so good.
I can see that your eyelids flutter open, pained eyes staring at me underneath swirling tears. I see your lips move, but all that comes out is bright red brilliant bloood. I laugh. I laugh so hard my stomach cramps. My voice carries throughout the air, sliding into wooden cracks and shooting for the clouds lazily passing by; into the darkness. All around me the world echoes my euphoria. I chuckle and smirk. Ha ha ha. Ho. But you're still here.
"Shit!" I yell, angry now, to no one in particular except maybe for God. But looking at it, he doesn't even matter anymore.
I beat a fist against the cold still ground, drawing blood and possibly cracking open a knuckle. But I can't feel it anymore. My hands are too damn cold and my fingers won't move without crying out in pain. I cry out, frustrated at this lack of feeling.
I look at you, on the floor. You look so vulnerable and weak. You're curled up into a small ball, crying openly, your eyes lackluster and dull. I tilt my head, watching your tears spill down your cheek and catch the moonlight. My heart soars, watching you pain; knowing that finally you get to see what it feels like, finally you get to share my misery.
Seeing you like that makes my heart beat faster with joy, my hands ache with happiness. I love to see you on the ground, at your worst.
For once, I'm the one laughing.