theyanderedevil
"I love you."
My heart was racing as she said them to me. My palms were sweaty along with my forehead, my bangs luckily covering that as I wiped my hands on my jeans. Of course... I had to act that way.
The crowd of hundreds, maybe even a thousand watched her say them to me. But along with the many people there, she and I both knew the words were fake.
I stepped closer and told her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. Her hands were sweaty too, but that was because of the hot stage lights beaming from above.
"I love you too." was what I said back. Of course, the crowd assumed I was just acting. So did she.
If only she knew those words weren't scripted.
"Honestly, how can I describe her?" He grumbled angrily, slamming his crystal glass onto the table at the mention of his fiancée. "She's repulsive, disgusting... Horrid."
As if the mention of her was summoning, the door slammed open, with two confident curly pigtails striding into the room. "Harper~!" Analise squeaked, rushing toward the other with wide arms.
As she got closer, her feet caught under her dress and she fell, crashing into Harper and sending the crystal glass on the table flying through the air. "Miss me, Harper?"
As he fell to the ground, his fiancée on top of him, he groaned, speaking through gritted teeth. "...How could I not?"
I've never been more scared in my entire life of one person. ...Yet I'm awestruck.
Let me tell you about Missy. She's the biggest, most rude horse I've ever rode in my entire life. The only one to EVER throw me off, and the only one to shatter the bones in my arm in three ways.
But... then they came along. And immediately wanted to ride her. Of course my mother said "Of course, impress the pretty lady", to which they corrected her. They were nonbinary.
But my mother is transphobic, along with the rest of the country. And as Missy saw Jamie for the first time, she almost understood that Jamie wanted to escape from this world and gave her a moment of peace.
So when I saw Missy riding straight toward me, Jamie yelling as they tried to yank the reigns away, I knew I would break another bone.
But for some reason, I didn't really mind.
Defective and a coward. That's all they've ever seen me as. Even at the beginning of the war, that's all they said.
...Even when they took us apart, torn our spirits to ribbons, destroyed everything that mattered.
Sword in my hand, wiping away the tears shed weeping about the fallen, I'll show you what I'm capable of.
How I'm brave.
I see her after all these years. The pouring rain drenching our clothes, soaking us to the bone. Her hair is sticking to her neck, the usually soft hair which I ran my fingers through so many times.
She smiles at me and spread her arms, looking so warm and inviting, supporting my weight as I collaspe into her arms, exhausted from the time away.
But I don't.
I fall face first into the mud with a disgusting plop as the dirt fills my mouth.
I look up, and she's gone.
The warm smile of my dying wife that I'll never see again.
I am a God
I watch over this universe and I will fix it
The Devil destroys all I create
This is why we are equals
And this is my view of all that are good
My sight versus theirs
Our perspectives
Together
I'm trapped. I'm drowning. Everyone wants to center around ME. Why me? I can't handle being in the c e n t e r of attention. I'm falling. I'm stuck and I can't get up. The anxiety consumes me like an ocean, waves crashing over me, paralyzing me so I can't break free. H E L P M E.
‘Of f***ing course he knew,’ was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
“Right here’s enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we’ll find the sick twisted b*st*rd that did this.” As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn’t help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files… Would they even believe it?
'Of fucking course he knew,' was all that went through my mind as he slammed the file on my desk.
"Right here's enough evidence for the warrant. As soon as we get it, we'll find the sick twisted bastard that did this." As the chief spat these words out, practically hissing (he always did remind me of a snake- ready to strike at any moment), a bit of his chewing tobacco flew from his mouth and plopped onto the file.
As he paced back and forth, I couldn't help but stare at the black tar. I always seemed so passive and weak at the station. Once they find out I was responsible for the murders of the people in these files... Would they even believe it?
The cold wind swept through the dark city that night, the only lights in the street flickering as they illuminated the appearance of the young girl. She strode forward, confident as she looked ahead to the tall obstacle. Her sneakers squeaked as she climbed the old metal, which dug into her palms as she continued upward. Her hair swayed in the wind as she reached the top, looking down at the ground which seemed so far away. She then took a deep breath and jumped, crashing to the ground. Then finally sighed in relief and turned back to gaze upon the old, rusty fence. She did it.
load more entries