riversong
Words flowed live rain water. Spiraling the drain, with every thought we wished we had said while things could have changed. It was past the point of mend. You tried to make amends but the pain was still fresh. I would still miss you. How your hair reminded me of autumn leaves and how perfectly i fit in your arms as if they were molded specifically for that purpose. How whenever you were around became empty of all but you and i. I would miss your eyes and how they reflected such vibrant affection and love. But the damage is done. Goodbye sweet summer boy.
Sweet agony. Perfection in the tolerable stab at my side. I could relish in the fact i was alive. I felt pain. I could still bleed. After so many years of living as a zombie, I could still breathe in fresh air and know i exist.
I watched as my blood spilled unto the damp soil. The cut in my side was fresh. I should have felt something. A sharp pang, a violent stab but instead i stood there numb watching my life force flow smoothly out of me. It took me a moment to remember why it was there. Who put it there. I gasped. It was me.
It was to much. He was to much. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be forever. Lies. All lies. Just another man looking for power over a hopelessly naive being. Forever waiting for that moment of absolute freedom.
I want to dominate this test. At this present moment i am freaking out to the point of stress. I don't know how it can possibly have a good outcome. All that is left for me to do is pray. Please dont let me fail!
I laughed. I knew there was no escape for her. She could yell and scratch at the solid wooden wall all she liked, it wasn't going anywhere. I had her. I finally out smarted her pretty little face and sneaky little character. She finally got what she deserved. I slow death where, for once, no one would hear her.
I screamed his name. "Tyler! Tyler!" I was desparate for a reply. Some kind of sign that he was still breathing beyond this solid cold wall. They kept him in a cell as if he was an animal when all i wanted was to hold him. He didn't do it. Tyler was innocent.
It was bad enough that the room was only a few feet wide, but with my terrible claustrophobia it felt even smaller. The walls were closing in around me. Screaming was pointless. I was going to die in a small coffin.
It was dark. There was no sunlight able to breach the shadowy cave. And silence reigned like fire. It was as if every living thing stopped breathing at the exact time. Nothing moved. There was only one thing that stood out to Bella. The shape preparing to pounce upon her.
Oh my word! I am stuck in a chimney shaft. Somebody help! If i don't get out of here soon I'm going to die! Ok, maybe I am overreacting. Still, get me out of here!