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Written by Reanne
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Tuesday, 29 April 2008 |
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It felt like my heart hade been shattered into a million pieces and as my tears hit the ground, I couldn’t help but fall to my knees, the blood from my head was flowing down my face creating a scarlet pool beneath me. I looked down and nearly screamed, my reflection was terrifying, my blond hair was matted and colored red from all the blood and my blue eyes were completely swollen and blood shot. Despite the brutal condition I was in, the only pain I could feel were the deep gashes in my cheeks and forehead. The only wounds visible in the water.
I sat there for so long that when someone grabbed my arm the heat suddenly made realize how cold it was. I could hear mumbling in the distance but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. They lifted me up, and the moment my feet left the ground I felt like the whole world was spinning, as I fought back the need to be sick I realized that I was being carried away from my safe place under the tree. I tried to scream but I felt so dizzy, I just focused on not vomiting.
After I don’t know how long the moving stopped and I was plunged into darkness. Fear started to overcome me then suddenly my eyes adjusted. There he was my love, the one person on the planet that made me feel like I mattered. Unlike my unloving family who abandoned me. He was moving closer to me, slowly, hesitantly, a look of sheer terror overtook his beautiful green eyes and I knew immediately he wasn’t there to help me. I could hear someone yelling, shouting. “Kill her” the voice said and a second man pushed those innocent eyes closer. That’s when the knife in his hand finally caught my eyes and I shone even in the now suffocating darkness. I tried to scream, to tell him he didn’t need to, that I love him, to plead with him. And then I felt the cool metal plunge deep into my chest. Instantly, the people in front of me began to blur become unrecognizable, then, the pain started, like ripping from the inside and I closed my eyes to keep the tears from spilling
Copyright 2008 Reanne
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 30 April 2008 )
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