I open my eyes, and there he stands above me holding out a hand that drips with blood. I tug my arm up from the dirt and reach out to take it. He takes hold and hoists me up out ditch in a graceful motion. For a moment, I'm airborne. My feet hover just above the ground until he wraps his other hand around my waist, gently placing me down. The damp earth chills my toes.
I look up at his face, and he smiles at me. He actually has the gall to smile at me. Quickly, I wrest my hand from his and push away from him.
"Rae, I. . ." he begins but quickly closes his mouth.
I shake my head at him. What do you say to the person who murdered you just weeks ago?
"Fuck you, Mark!" I snap. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Put me back!"
I stare at him, my eyes wide -- bugging, as they say. "Fuck you!" I say again. His lips tremble, his Adam's apple bounces in his throat.
He stammers. "W-What were you doing in the hole?" he asks, and a nervous laugh sounds like his death rattle.
I don't need him. "Fuck you! Put me down! It's over!" I'm the one people love; he's nothing.
Trent steps forward and puts a hand on his shoulder. He's known Trent for years; we both have. "Forget it, Mark," Trent says. "I can still see your lips moving. You need a different act."
He throws me back in the ditch, and all of a sudden I'm speechless.
Opening: Xiexie.....Continuation: Anonymous