I wrote this a while back, just thought I'd share with you guys. ;)
Her world seemed to shake as she hit the ground. Her
long locks covered her porcelain face like a black veil. She could smell the crumbling
pavement which pressed against her nose.
“You think I’m stupid, eh?” He tormented.
She struggled to pick her tattered and broken body
off of the cold pavement.
On her knees, he thrusted his foot against her back
once more. Pushing her, down, down. “I should’ve finished that William when I
had the chance.” He spat into her ear.
“William is more of a man than you could ever be.” She
whispered, swallowing the blood. He paused.
She bit her plum stained lips to keep from showing
her pain. He yanked at her shoulders and rolled her weak body on its back. He
stared into her charming violet eyes, such a bewitching rarity. Her perfect
complexion. But he caught his self, just in time, before it was too late. He
mustn’t be entranced now. He’d gotten so far.
“You stupid, stupid girl.” He bashed her rosy cheek.
She felt as if a thousand knives pierced her cheek bones, she could feel the
blood, rushing, filling her throat, which was beginning to occlude.
She strained to breath. But the blood only kept
filling her airways. “Shut up!” He cursed. But she was drowning in her own
body.
He stood up and backed away. He didn’t want her life
on his hands, He only wanted her to suffer.”Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” He
pulled at his slick, jet black hair.
She continued to suffocate, her mind went blank. Her
thoughts bare, no more. A peace came upon her. She suddenly, refrained from
holding on to her life. She was beginning to let go. She was beginning to
surrender her soul, to die in anguish, agony. With not even a scintillation of
joy in her heart… Or so, what was left of it.
A sudden, William came up from behind the evil man.
But afore he could turn around, William clenched his hands around his straining
neck… His grip only getting tighter, and tighter, until he struggled, no more.
He threw his lifeless body against the pavement, and
rushed toward the woman, laying there, dying.
He leaned over her colorless corpse. Once. Twice. He
continued to slam his fist, but no sign of life, to resurface. He didn’t want
to give up all hope, but the thought still lurked in his clouded mind. He
wrapped his strong arms around her cold body. And started to rock her, tears
beginning to fall from his hardened eyes. His heart of anger was softened by
the pain of the sorrow. Softened so, he could feel it, beginning to tear.
But when all hope was on the verge of extinction,
all faith scattered, She began to awaken.
A cough, primitively. But he refrained from his
rocking. He thought he was dreaming, only hallucinating. But what he heard was no
delusion. Struck in misbelief…
Her dazzling eyes began to unfold.
“Will?” She beckoned as she lay her small cold hand
gently, across his cheek.
He couldn’t postulate what he was witnessing… Was it
a miracle that he had only heard about in church growing up as a little boy?
But he wanted to believe… He must. His love who he thought was gone forever was
returning to him, not just her body but, her soul, laying in his shaky arms.
He reached up to his face and held her hand, so
soft, so weak. He leaned into kiss her blue lips, slowly, and gently. But it
was more than just a kiss, t’was a beginning of something that was much
stronger than love. But was the beginning of real love. Not lust, nor like, or something
only mistaken for love… But real love.
I dont have a title... Any suggestions?
No pic/quote today...
Over and out...
-Grace
