The birthmark on my abdomen.
(PURELY FICTIONAL!!!!)
"Jesus, Flint." I walk into our apartment to find it trashed, tables overturned, our couch flipped and pillows everywhere. "You masturbate too much."
No answer comes. I'm used to my on-and-off boyfriend ignoring me, but trashing my flat and then ignoring me is unusual, even for him.
"Flint?" I call. "You here?"
He comes out of the bedroom, scampering on all fours, eyes bloodshot, and clothes twisted and drenched in sweat. I sigh, slapping my forehead.
"We talked about this!" I hiss angrily. "You're not supposed to have drugs this late."
He stands up, panting like a dog. "I -- I- I."
I roll my eyes. "Don't try that on me. You're not getting any sympathy from this gal."
Suddenly a well-dressed man walks out of the bedroom, smoothing down his hair. I shoot a glare at Flint.
"You're cheating on me?" I look back up at the man. "With him? I thought you were straight!"
"Ma'am, nothing was going on." The man says.
Tears drench my eyes. "And YOU! Leave this loser. You wouldn't want him anyway."
I walk over and kick Flint in the side. "That was my bed!"
The man looks confused, "No, you see, I was attempting to murder your boyfriend. There's nothing for you to be worried about."
"Oh he's not my boyfriend. Not anymore!" I yank my Double-Action Only Revolver Pistol out from under my jacket, and both men flinch away.
"What the fuck, lady?!?!" The man in the tux screams.
"In fact, I'll kill him for you!" I fire off a round in his direction, screaming profanities as I do.
After they're both dead, I feel a sharp pain in my side and see that a small shard of porcelain wedged in my stomach, it must've been hit by a bullet and bounced up there. I calmly remove it and bandage it before continuing with my life.