She's afraid...
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axesladeA little thing I wrote earlier that I forgot to post
Title: The Light In The Dark
Darkness.
That's all she can see, of course it is, she's blindfolded. But even if the cloth were removed, even if it were the brightest summer day instead of a winter's night (well, she senses it is night) she would see darkness. The entire world is a black night, has been ever since he took away her only real reason for living.
She loved him once. That's the crazy thing. Until not so long ago, she adored him. She had given everything she had and then some. Any thing to make him happy. Not going to school, working that crummy little job so he could stay home doing whatever it was that made him happy. Doing all those nasty things in bed that made her uncomfortable and sick because they brought him pleasure. And it was that one thing that she would not sacrifice for him that caused her to realize how horrible he truly was.
It was almost laughable, it would have been to anyone else. A sad laugh. He refused to cover up, and yet when she got pregnant he was shocked and angry. He told her to get rid of 'it'. That's the only word he used, 'it'. There was just a shadowy, murky pile of cells in her body, not a soul. He couldn't understand the connection she had to this tiny little being. So when she refused, he had thrown things at her. Grabbed her hair and pulled her into the bedroom. He'd committed two murders that night. He thought only one, maybe one and a half since he'd taken her out to the middle of nowhere and dumped her there. But she is dead to the world now. Nothing matters now that her baby is gone.
The tears slip from under the cloth, freezing to her face. Her baby. She thought she had loved before, but that had just been worship. He was older than her, smarter too. He was a god. At least he had seemed to be. But what God would take away an innocent life like that?
As she lays there, feeling the mingled lifeblood of her veins and her womb pour from her body, she thinks about the angels who are somewhere else right now. Maybe they're saving another woman, another child. Not her. The angels weren't with her when she needed them. But one did come to gather her up, clean up the pieces.
It's strange, really, how it happens. She knows she's going away when she sees light, bright white light like the snow she feels chilling her skin. Then a hand is on her. Not the gentle hand of a kind mother, or the strong hand of the savior-lover male. No, it's a tiny hand, brushing against her cheek and as she slips away she smiles as she realizes it is her little angel.
Note: For those that have seen it-yes, this was inspired by the video for Tori Amos' song Spark
Title: The Light In The Dark
Darkness.
That's all she can see, of course it is, she's blindfolded. But even if the cloth were removed, even if it were the brightest summer day instead of a winter's night (well, she senses it is night) she would see darkness. The entire world is a black night, has been ever since he took away her only real reason for living.
She loved him once. That's the crazy thing. Until not so long ago, she adored him. She had given everything she had and then some. Any thing to make him happy. Not going to school, working that crummy little job so he could stay home doing whatever it was that made him happy. Doing all those nasty things in bed that made her uncomfortable and sick because they brought him pleasure. And it was that one thing that she would not sacrifice for him that caused her to realize how horrible he truly was.
It was almost laughable, it would have been to anyone else. A sad laugh. He refused to cover up, and yet when she got pregnant he was shocked and angry. He told her to get rid of 'it'. That's the only word he used, 'it'. There was just a shadowy, murky pile of cells in her body, not a soul. He couldn't understand the connection she had to this tiny little being. So when she refused, he had thrown things at her. Grabbed her hair and pulled her into the bedroom. He'd committed two murders that night. He thought only one, maybe one and a half since he'd taken her out to the middle of nowhere and dumped her there. But she is dead to the world now. Nothing matters now that her baby is gone.
The tears slip from under the cloth, freezing to her face. Her baby. She thought she had loved before, but that had just been worship. He was older than her, smarter too. He was a god. At least he had seemed to be. But what God would take away an innocent life like that?
As she lays there, feeling the mingled lifeblood of her veins and her womb pour from her body, she thinks about the angels who are somewhere else right now. Maybe they're saving another woman, another child. Not her. The angels weren't with her when she needed them. But one did come to gather her up, clean up the pieces.
It's strange, really, how it happens. She knows she's going away when she sees light, bright white light like the snow she feels chilling her skin. Then a hand is on her. Not the gentle hand of a kind mother, or the strong hand of the savior-lover male. No, it's a tiny hand, brushing against her cheek and as she slips away she smiles as she realizes it is her little angel.
Note: For those that have seen it-yes, this was inspired by the video for Tori Amos' song Spark
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