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Beauty in Death |
| Written by Egoist | |
| Wednesday, 23 January 2008 | |
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Share it:      She and I lived together. It was normal, our lives, we loved each other greatly. We would complain at times, but we were the normal couple. We would always think together and be together. We were young and beautiful, her brunette hair compared to my blue eyes. It was indefinable who was prettier. We wouldn’t compete and we wouldn’t brag, but never did you see us alone. We had petty fights we would both cry about at the end. Our house was small, but humble, everyday I would come home from a class at college, and she would be waiting. She went to college as well, but she arrived home early than I ever did. When I would get home, she would always be in the kitchen baking something with that heavenly aroma. She would greet me with her greatest smile and hug me, making me feel so secure. She was wonderful. Even when she cried she looked as beautiful as heaven. At times I would catch myself rather staring at her beauty while she cried, when I should be comforting her. I was on my last year of college, and everything seemed normal. She had gone to a different college than me, closer to home. We didn’t live too far from town, but we lived in the hills. It was always so peaceful, but every so often when you walked alone, you felt scared out of all Hell.
I left that morning with a kiss on my cheek from her tender lips always moisturized with the finest chap stick. She was a natural beauty, she didn’t need makeup. It was normal at school, I was bored in every class, thinking of her smile. My God did I miss her. I came home when it started to get cloudy. It didn’t rain even though the clouds were dark enough. I walked in for my usual ‘How was your day?’ but it never came. I wasn’t worried, she probably was in the bathroom, or taking a nap. I started to walk past the hooks on the front door to head into the living room, but I noticed the slightest touch of red at the corner. It had ran down in a snake like pattern. It was blood. I dropped my bags and ran into the living room to see a bloody hand print on the couch, and as I turned into the kitchen, I saw her. Her body was so lifeless, she lay in the weirdest position almost as if she were sleeping. This can’t be right who was in here?! Who the Hell killed her?! I panicked, and fell back to the counter, I felt my heart. It was killing me. I didn’t want to touch her, but I want her to kiss me. Who the Hell would do this?! I couldn’t call the police, I couldn’t talk, every time I opened my mouth I screamed. Her beauty, even laying on the floor, became a mystery. But no! I can’t speak of her like that when she does not move. What do I do…What do I do?! I’m so confused. I need to join her, I need to be with her. I can’t be alone. I’ve never been alone. Painlessly, I must go painlessly… But she didn’t. Oh God she must’ve struggled for her dear life. She was covered in blood, all over, on her smooth legs and in her hair. I’ll become bloody. Not my throat, I’ll do it right at my stomach, the softest part. My fingers shook as I tore open the knife drawer and chose my weapon. My life was to be taken by my own bare hands, as I would bleed. This will be painful, but she has gone through more. The bread knife. It’s edges allows gut hooks. I always have dreaded this moment, and the fact I’m taking my own life only makes it more realistic.
It went in. I was too afraid to pull it out. It must caught on to some rib, as it slit. The pain only slowly began to disappear. I collapsed next to her with my eyes shut. I was so afraid to see her as everything started to fade. I opened them to see her beauty one last time before we were to meet again. Her eyes were starring at me with the motionless, shocking expression she had died with.
She blinked.
How is that? And she did it again. She started to raise her body in her shocking behavior, was she a ghost? She looked down towards me, “Oh God…why?” This can’t be, I was fading, I could hardly see. She was still alive!
She touched my shoulder with the lightest touch. I was doomed as well as her. This was my end.
She never joined me. Copyright 2008 Egoist |
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