"I don't wanna be... a Murderer"
I was recently looking through my old journal and decided to pull this story out. This story that I wrote is a bit old, but I still like it none-the-less. I appreciate any comments.
Enjoy...
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There she was, laying underneath the warmth of her comforter alone in the darkness. She stares at the eerie red glow of the bedside clock, wondering; questioning. Feeling guilty for the words she heard moments before. Words she never thought she would ever hear. Ones that cut so deeply and hard: “I’m not sure if I really do love you…”
Silent tears roll down her pale soft skin. Brushing the droplets away she lets out a sigh. Her mind drifts back to the memories of which she holds on to dearly. Remembering brings her pain. Her heart aches to be held. Her grasp tightens around her old dependant teddy bear. But now it feels like she is trapped on a one way street. There is no turning around, no going back. The tears come more quickly now. Her breath comes in fragments. She becomes too wrapped up in her thoughts; she does not bother to brush the tears away anymore. Her soft skin becomes moist as the droplets soak into the pillow of which she rests her weary head on.
Emotions play her. Her eyes are burning. Pain plagues her. Too tired to continue she falls asleep, crying. Rest allows her to escape the pain for the night. There she was laying underneath the warmth of her comforter alone in the darkness.
The alarm loudly goes off. Exhausted she fumbles around in the dark for the switch. Tick. The noise stops. She rests her head gently back down on the wet pillow. She brushes her lengthy hair out of her icy blue eyes. The wetness of the pillow reminds her of the heartache. All at once like a cloud of smoke suffocating her she relives the night before. Over and over again she replays their conversation, one sentence playing more vividly than the others. Her eyes brim with hot tears, tears of sadness and confusion. But not a drop falls. Pushing the comforter away from her, she sits upright, allowing her hair to once again hide her face. She lightly sniffles.
Wanting to retreat she knows she must get up. She covers the pain on her face with a weak smile. She walks toward the bathroom. She turns the on the cold water than the warm. She gently peels off her sticky clothing. Gingerly she puts her thin pale naked body into the warm water. She invites the warmth. Slowly the pain washes away as she thinks…“but I love you.”
Written 09/25/02
Enjoy...
*Untitled*
There she was, laying underneath the warmth of her comforter alone in the darkness. She stares at the eerie red glow of the bedside clock, wondering; questioning. Feeling guilty for the words she heard moments before. Words she never thought she would ever hear. Ones that cut so deeply and hard: “I’m not sure if I really do love you…”
Silent tears roll down her pale soft skin. Brushing the droplets away she lets out a sigh. Her mind drifts back to the memories of which she holds on to dearly. Remembering brings her pain. Her heart aches to be held. Her grasp tightens around her old dependant teddy bear. But now it feels like she is trapped on a one way street. There is no turning around, no going back. The tears come more quickly now. Her breath comes in fragments. She becomes too wrapped up in her thoughts; she does not bother to brush the tears away anymore. Her soft skin becomes moist as the droplets soak into the pillow of which she rests her weary head on.
Emotions play her. Her eyes are burning. Pain plagues her. Too tired to continue she falls asleep, crying. Rest allows her to escape the pain for the night. There she was laying underneath the warmth of her comforter alone in the darkness.
The alarm loudly goes off. Exhausted she fumbles around in the dark for the switch. Tick. The noise stops. She rests her head gently back down on the wet pillow. She brushes her lengthy hair out of her icy blue eyes. The wetness of the pillow reminds her of the heartache. All at once like a cloud of smoke suffocating her she relives the night before. Over and over again she replays their conversation, one sentence playing more vividly than the others. Her eyes brim with hot tears, tears of sadness and confusion. But not a drop falls. Pushing the comforter away from her, she sits upright, allowing her hair to once again hide her face. She lightly sniffles.
Wanting to retreat she knows she must get up. She covers the pain on her face with a weak smile. She walks toward the bathroom. She turns the on the cold water than the warm. She gently peels off her sticky clothing. Gingerly she puts her thin pale naked body into the warm water. She invites the warmth. Slowly the pain washes away as she thinks…“but I love you.”
Written 09/25/02