Spike Eraserhead Novels & Stories

Tiny bits and pieces from the previous night had started to surface in his mind, the more he tried to remember what happened, the more intense the ache in his head got. He gripped the sides of his head tight, shutting his eyes and grimacing. He remembered going out with Spade to the fancy restaurant for dinner, he even remembered some of the things that happened, like how he watched the night sky and the city from the huge glass window, he remembered drinking wine and Spade telling him to slow down, everything was just rushing in at once, interlaping with each other, making his head to hurt even more He remembered Spade almost kissed...... He paused as his eyes grew wide, almost bulging out

“Stop the car!” Eron’s head flicked toward her, an almost invisible flash of surprise. Before she could grab the wheel, his hand shot out. His head collided with hers. Pain suddenly stabbed across her skull, sharp and cruel, but she pushed forward trying to gain control of the wheels anyway. Eron’s elbow suddenly slammed into her side. Her head jerked back, stars exploding behind her eyelids. The world felt like it was tipping, sliding sideways. But it wasn’t the blows to her side that slowed her down, it was the drink. The spiked smoothie snuck its poison into her system, making her limbs heavy and slow. Every movement felt like wading through thick mud.

Erik whispered, into my ear, pulling me into him. "Focus on me, on my breathing, on my heartbeat. You're okay, sweetheart, you're okay." He whispered. I listened to him, listened to every breath, every beat of his heart. I began to mimic his breathing. My heart rate slowed, beating in rhythm with his. I let out a broken cry as I pulled my face into his chest. I killed my best friends. I was the reason so many had died. Erik held me, letting me cry, not saying a word. Once I couldn't cry anymore, he lay with me until I passed out in his arms.