Odd Writing Snipet 2
Fresh, cool metal touched her skin. Freedom. Finally, she would escape. Sleep would engulf her forevermore in the peaceful blackness. Nothing would hurt. She wouldn't cry. She would just sleep. The knife sliced withering skin easily. Croaked gasps of pain escaped her, but she did not stop. No, she dug deeper, determined that this would all end. Blood seeped onto the ground and pooled, draining fast. She felt consciousness slipping away from her, feeling the world around her dull, quiet, and darken. Almost there, almost home. A faint smile before everything was interrupted by the same shining light she had seen only moments ago. It was him.
She felt him wrench the blade from her hands and heard it incinerate into complete nothingness. Then she felt everything returning... all the feeling she had, the world springing back to life. She felt around her wrists and there were no more deep gashes. No! She cursed him, but only felt his arms scoop her up from the ground. He had taken it all away again. Shattered. "Why won't you let me die!" She screamed weakly in rage. "Because I love you." Was his soft reply. "No you don't! You've broken me, my hopes... everything!" He seemed convinced of his own innocence. "I would never hurt you."
But she wasn't stupid. She knew the minute all seemed well and right, that she would be descending back into this pit to live among the tortured demons. He would never hold her for more than fleeting moments. He began his ascent into the sky with her limp figure draped in his arms. Then there was blackness.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, only that she awoke to much different scenery than before. The room was light and airy with what appeared to be windows wide open to the sunshine with curtains billowing in a fresh breeze. Her fragile nude form laid on a bed wrapped delicately in white sheets and blankets. She had been cleaned and completely healed. Her skin was fresh and her hair washed and brushed. She smelled vaguely of flowers. Rolling over slowly in the giant bed, she saw him standing at one of the windows with his back to her. "Good morning." Was all he said.
At the time she didn't know whether to be angry that she had been stripped and cleaned by some unknown man or thankful that she was lying in a beautiful place such as this in extreme comfort. For now, all she could do was say, "Good morning."
Second part to the first. There will be more. But has said unnamed girl found her happiness?
She felt him wrench the blade from her hands and heard it incinerate into complete nothingness. Then she felt everything returning... all the feeling she had, the world springing back to life. She felt around her wrists and there were no more deep gashes. No! She cursed him, but only felt his arms scoop her up from the ground. He had taken it all away again. Shattered. "Why won't you let me die!" She screamed weakly in rage. "Because I love you." Was his soft reply. "No you don't! You've broken me, my hopes... everything!" He seemed convinced of his own innocence. "I would never hurt you."
But she wasn't stupid. She knew the minute all seemed well and right, that she would be descending back into this pit to live among the tortured demons. He would never hold her for more than fleeting moments. He began his ascent into the sky with her limp figure draped in his arms. Then there was blackness.
She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, only that she awoke to much different scenery than before. The room was light and airy with what appeared to be windows wide open to the sunshine with curtains billowing in a fresh breeze. Her fragile nude form laid on a bed wrapped delicately in white sheets and blankets. She had been cleaned and completely healed. Her skin was fresh and her hair washed and brushed. She smelled vaguely of flowers. Rolling over slowly in the giant bed, she saw him standing at one of the windows with his back to her. "Good morning." Was all he said.
At the time she didn't know whether to be angry that she had been stripped and cleaned by some unknown man or thankful that she was lying in a beautiful place such as this in extreme comfort. For now, all she could do was say, "Good morning."
Second part to the first. There will be more. But has said unnamed girl found her happiness?