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Tiltle: Broken
Fandom: None
Characters/Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447
Warnings: Character Death
Notes: I wrote this a while ago just because I felt like it, I was going through a bit of a phase.
He turned to me and said, “By the way darling, if your heart was broken you’d be dead."
Well he’s about to see just how dead I can really be.
I ring the door bell again, for longer this time. The sadness has gone now, buried so deep inside that it has morphed under the heat and pressure into something so much darker and hungrier.
I smile to myself. Oh this would be so sweet! I was relishing the expressions that would surely cross his devastatingly handsome face. I wanted horror and fear and anguish . All the things that he made me feel when he killed me.
I hear footsteps coming to the door. A giggling, hushed voice then one pair of lighter footsteps walking away. It didn’t bother me, I had expected it. He had not loved me.
The door opens.
He’s there looking just as smug and amazing as the day he murdered me.
I flexed my fingers wrapped around the smooth wooden grip in my hand. He noticed the movement and his eyes widened in shock and fear. Yes, fear .
His mouth was moving, no words though. Or I just could not hear them. That wouldn’t surprise
me, the roar of anger in my head eclipsed even my breathing.
I met his eyes and there was another one of my wanted emotions: horror. Was the pain, the hatred in my eyes really that terrible? I hope so.
“Hello.” He flinched at the sound of my voice. I couldn’t hear it myself; I had just known what I had said. At least I think I had.
His mouth is open again and he’s saying something, ‘What are you doing here?’ Perhaps, I’m not sure.
I smile at him, my young innocent smile, the one that scares people.
I raise my arm, the one with the wooden grip in. His face is a mask of horror now. Sweet balm for my soul. If I still have one that is.
“You broke me.”
Words that I can’t hear. The roar grows louder.
“Die.”That one word and a twitch of a finger. Now his heart is broken too. Now he will understand.
Suddenly like a switch has been flipped the roar stops. All that’s left is the echoing silence. Slowly sound returns. The high notes first followed by the low thrum of the earth.
I look at him and I see that last look: anguish. This one brings me no pleasure.
His voice is low and husky, “Why?”
“So that we can have forever.” My voice is almost as low as his.
My hand under my chin, a slight squeeze.
Darkness so black that it’s white.
Fandom: None
Characters/Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447
Warnings: Character Death
Notes: I wrote this a while ago just because I felt like it, I was going through a bit of a phase.
He turned to me and said, “By the way darling, if your heart was broken you’d be dead."
Well he’s about to see just how dead I can really be.
I ring the door bell again, for longer this time. The sadness has gone now, buried so deep inside that it has morphed under the heat and pressure into something so much darker and hungrier.
I smile to myself. Oh this would be so sweet! I was relishing the expressions that would surely cross his devastatingly handsome face. I wanted horror and fear and anguish . All the things that he made me feel when he killed me.
I hear footsteps coming to the door. A giggling, hushed voice then one pair of lighter footsteps walking away. It didn’t bother me, I had expected it. He had not loved me.
The door opens.
He’s there looking just as smug and amazing as the day he murdered me.
I flexed my fingers wrapped around the smooth wooden grip in my hand. He noticed the movement and his eyes widened in shock and fear. Yes, fear .
His mouth was moving, no words though. Or I just could not hear them. That wouldn’t surprise
me, the roar of anger in my head eclipsed even my breathing.
I met his eyes and there was another one of my wanted emotions: horror. Was the pain, the hatred in my eyes really that terrible? I hope so.
“Hello.” He flinched at the sound of my voice. I couldn’t hear it myself; I had just known what I had said. At least I think I had.
His mouth is open again and he’s saying something, ‘What are you doing here?’ Perhaps, I’m not sure.
I smile at him, my young innocent smile, the one that scares people.
I raise my arm, the one with the wooden grip in. His face is a mask of horror now. Sweet balm for my soul. If I still have one that is.
“You broke me.”
Words that I can’t hear. The roar grows louder.
“Die.”That one word and a twitch of a finger. Now his heart is broken too. Now he will understand.
Suddenly like a switch has been flipped the roar stops. All that’s left is the echoing silence. Slowly sound returns. The high notes first followed by the low thrum of the earth.
I look at him and I see that last look: anguish. This one brings me no pleasure.
His voice is low and husky, “Why?”
“So that we can have forever.” My voice is almost as low as his.
My hand under my chin, a slight squeeze.
Darkness so black that it’s white.