Flip the Coin [BL]

A few people came up, knowing that I did it for fun whenever I was drunk—I usually only told them some nonsense that could be either the truth or fake– but I waved them away.

"What's wrong, Kenny? Drunk?" Danny asked, and I shook my head.

"Headache." I said, standing up.

"You need a good fuck to reveal it; a pity you scared Chelsea away..." Denny said, and I turned back to him, laughing.

"Did she seem scared to you?" She just wanted to go and take her pill, too clever to let herself get pregnant because she forgot, giddy about today's party and the school year that was to come.

It wasn't overly clever to throw a party the evening before we started school, but oh well, nobody cared as we celebrated our last day of freedom.

Not wanting to talk to this idiot anymore, I walked through the people inside the house of Jordan, where this party took place and ignored everyone who wanted to speak to me.

Finally reaching the door and stepping out, the fresh air hit me, and I welcomed it.

There was no way I would commit murder or rape someone. Because, as simply as it was, I had no need to.

I had been in a relationship with a girl already, and we also did enough, and yeah, it was fun. But not enough to force someone to do it.

And murder... I just have no idea why I should go murder someone in the future. Neither did I have real enemies, nor had I ever viewed the act of murder as something enticing.

So wherever these future conversation-snippets came from, I couldn't make sense of it. As well as the unusual manner in which I was forced to see—or, better said, hear—the future. It had never been like this before; I could always stop it.

It was as if I were being warned. 

Contemplating, I walked around the house and lit another cigarette, my thoughts clearing up a bit.

I know better than to think that I heard wrong, saw wrong, or that it was a false prophecy.

Leaning against a tree, I stared out of the garden inside the forest. 

Would I find a dead body in there, or somewhere else in the future? Would this make me a suspect, and I would be falsely accused?

I couldn't be certain, but it would be better to stay away from dark places, and sparely visited corners. Turning around, I was in the midst of going when I saw a girl who was luckily very much alive.

"Taken the pill?"

"I did." She giggled and came closer.

"I had no idea that it was real... You have a hell of a gift there, why use it like this?"

Could she be my victim? Or the victim that would be found dead?

"For what should I use it, then?" I asked her and took a drag.

"I don't know, solve murder cases?" She grinned, and I smirked, finding the direction this conversation took ironic.

"You have a murder you want me to investigate?" I asked her, looking down at her brown eyes.

"No, but I have another case." She says, leaning to me, standing on the tip of her toes.

Laughing lightly, I crossed the remaining distance between us, and our lips touched.

I flipped the coin in my mind without wanting to, and my eyes snapped open in horror when I saw the black surface, as well as the hands removing from the woman's eyes on the coin.

The blond girl kisses a boy with light brown, slight curly hair; her eyes are closed, and her lilac dress shimmers. The boy had his arms propped on her shoulder; the cigarette, he holds up, goes out slowly. The next moment, a fist lands on the boy's cheek, ripping them apart, and a big body lands on him.

At instinct, I grabbed Chelsea and ducked away, both of us landing on the lawn, me cushioning her.

Her arm was grabbed by someone, and she was whisked away.

I was straddled the next second; ferocious eyes that promised to kill me found mine as a fist rushed to my eye. Doing my best to block his blow, while hearing Chelsea screaming something, I caught the fist, but the blow was so strong that it still hit me, I being hit by my hand covering his.

It didn't hurt that much, and when he pulled his fist back to deliver another blow, I didn't let go, holding his fist with all my strength.

A guttural growl was heard, and my neck was grasped the next second, forcing me to let go. The moment he started choking me, the coin was flipped by me in my mind again without my will, the coin still golden, uncovered by my own hands in what should be myimagination. The woman's eyes, ears, and heart were uncovered, and I froze, not even trying to fight back anymore. I have never, in my life, seen the heart being uncovered.

A young adult standing inside a morgue, a body is uncovered before him. He grasped her lifeless shoulder; the pain he feels is perceived with every fiber in his body.

"That's her." He chokes out, with a voice he doesn't recognize. He is in disbelief, his throat bound as he feels smothered by sorrow.

It hurts so much; he is so unwilling to believe that this battered, marred, destroyed body is his sister's.

The pain is so... so real, so evident, so all-consuming that no words can be found, no letters could be put together to describe this agony; all that is left is a silent scream tearing everything apart.

Coming back, I was still choked, and I saw blue eyes before me, the same blue I saw on the girl's terror-stricken ones.

I think the murder had already happened.

And I think the victim's brother believes that it had been me, who had murdered her.