|Rescue by L. Kaye|
Sunny, come on, open the door. I mean, listen, I didn't mean those things I said. You know that. Everybody fights. Especially if they love each other, right? And Sunny, you know I never want to hurt your feelings. Sometimes I just forget what I'm not supposed to say. Because you have to admit, there are a lot of things you don't like...
If you come out, though, I won't say anything, I promise. I'll touch your hair, if you want. I'll comb it out, and then we'll go to a restaurant, one of those fancy ones you like with the cloth napkins and purple candles. We'll sit by a window, Sunny, and look at the tugboats flopping up and down on the river. And you'll say how the water's so cold, it can just sweep you up, and I'll ask if there isn't something warm that might take you instead and then you'll kiss me...
Of course, you don't have to. It's always your choice, Sunny, even though I miss kissing you. I'll wait, you know I will, until you feel better and the nightmares stop and... Damn it, Sunny, I can hear the water running. What you doing in here? You're not hurting yourself again, are you? Sunny! Come out here and yell at me, I don't care. Hit me if you want or something. I can't take this...
Fuck you, Sunny. I should just leave you in there to die, that's what I should do. Poor little screwed up girl. I'm sick of trying, you hear me? You try for once. You open that door and show me you can be strong, you can want something... you can want me... Die then. Just fucking die. I don't care if you do, you hear me. At least then I wouldn't have to worry about you. Oh, shit, I'm sorry I said that. But... I can't do this. Sunny! I'm not waiting any more. I'm counting to ten, and if you don't open the door I'm going to break it the fuck down. One, two, three... please, don't make me do this, I don't want to do this, I love you, you're my only girl, Sunny, I never loved anyone like this, please... six, seven... I can't let you, I just can't... (long pause.) Please. Sunny. Just. Please.