It Is Confusion

The birthday cake, flat on the floor, the candy flowers broken and cracked.

The birthday cards, ripped and torn, some even burnt with the candles from the cake.

Dried blood stains on the white sofa, which is ripped to shreds with what was possibly a knife.

Blood on the floor, something has been dragged across the room. The stench of something foul cannot be ignored.

A door opens, the creaking is slow and careful. The feet of a mangled copse appears,followed by a man walking, and strangely he is walking backwards. He seems like he is pushing the corpse into the room with his back forward, but is effortless at it, as if the corpse is a pram in front of his back. The blood stains on the floor disappears as the corpse slide on top of them. It's as if the blood is seeping back into the corpse.

With his back facing the couch, he throws the corpse onto the sofa. The floor is clean of blood. It is then clear the corpse is of a woman.

The man panics. He holds his head in disbelief. He looks around, making sure that they are the only two in the room, though he already knows it. The corpse breathes, and it is slow. The woman is opening her eyes. She looks at him with hatred. She cannot believe what had just happened. Her breathing is getting faster. Her hands reach for her chest, and there is a knife where her heart should be. She reaches for it. She pushes the knife further into her heart.

The man is still unsure of what he has done. He stands still.

The button is pressed.

The woman attempts to take out the knife out of her chest. It pains her. She tries to breath, but she knows she cannot force it. It is getting slower. The hatred in her towards him was burning. Anger and disbelief dominates her. Her eyes slowly close, and she finally takes her last breath.

The man surveys the room. It is empty except for them. The realisation is sinking in. He has killed her, and he holds his head in utter disbelief. He panics.

He grabs the woman by the shirt and drags her away from the couch. The blood is staining the floor.

He heads for a door at the far end of the room, with the corpse behind him. He opens the door and he pulls the corpse into the room. The door closes.

The sofa is still ripped to shreds.

The birthday card is torn apart.

The birthday cake is on the floor. The candy flowers are broken.

It is confusion.