Oct 20, 2005 21:43
:D I wrote a story.
She smiled blankly out at the dark yet starlit sky, as she stood at the edge of the clear ocean water. That smile quickly washed away, just as the sand washed back and forth under her feet. Standing there, in an old and tattered white gown, she pulled out a small, yet clearly beautiful dagger. Its pure silver, razor sharp blade nearly glowed under the light of the full moon. Thousands of thoughts were running through her mind as she also pulled out a small peice of paper and started to read it outloud to herself..
"Dear anyone,
If you find me, and decide you care, this is why I am here. Dead. I cannot bear the weight of this world, or myself any longer. I have done too many things in my past to deserve to even write this letter. I feel as if I am compelled to do this though, so I will. My heart was lost so many years ago, in his hands. Sometimes I think he still holds that heart in his hands, and even if so, it is no longer my own. I do not know who I am anymore, nor why I still breathe at this very moment. My eyes have glazed over into a wonderful bliss as I start to see the answers to ending this pain, and the link between who I am now and who I was. Funny, I smiled thinking of this sweet death that will overcome me. Life, it used to hold so much meaning for me, but now, it is only a prison with one key. I have found that key, and tonight, under this sky and on this beach, I am turning that key. I am sorry to anyone who may love me at this moment, but I no longer even understand what love is. To me, it is just another bar on the gates of Hell. Please forgive me. Goodbye.."
After reading it over, and decideing it was fine, she set the letter down onto the sand. She closed her eyes, clearing her mind. Thoughts, memories.. they were all just bars holding her back. She had to rid her self of every single thing that bound her to this world. And that she did, laying back on the sand, water rushing beneath her, stars glistening abover her and the moon shining bright. The silver against her wrist was so cold, like her heart she thought. The skin seemed to break so easliy, just as easliy as the veins. With that, she let her red life pour from her. Smiling she whispered her last breath, "Such beautiful crimson regret..."
~~~~ Sad isn't it..?
:P Dunno why I wrote it, but I was listening to Evanescence and that came to mind. Lol, and for once, I don't feel like that! Hahahaha! ^^- God I love you Ian. <3*