Post by A Disappointment on Jun 2, 2016 14:23:16 GMT -5
“Stand down!” She said. Her voice quivering as she backed away from me. “I’m warning you!”
I continue to advance towards my former mentor, former friend. She was my childhood crush that was always just a little more, her with her jet black hair that always seemed to be pulled back into a clip so her long hair wouldn’t get in her face. She was only five years older than me. Five years isn’t too outrageous, right? Well, she thought different.
Growing up, my feelings for her only grew, and when I turned fourteen I told her of my feelings. Not that she accepted them as the truth. After I had confessed she immediately changed the subject back to the math problems at hand. I was so set on my feelings that I was determined to make her mine. But not in big ways. Every time I saw her I tried to get closer, whether it was a hug, a conversation, or even an argument. It is good to know a woman’s limits. I once attempted a kiss, but failed miserably and my action was promptly ignored.
Now, I’m sure that you are all wondering how this all ties in to tonight. Today is my twenty first birthday and to celebrate, I went to a bar that I have always wanted to go into and I took her with me. It was a good idea at the time. I had a plan that I thought was a surefire way to get her into my life for good. However things didn’t go as planned. I was going to see her true self tonight. I was going to get her a few drinks and watch as her life unraveled in front of me. Watch her become unable to resist me. But apparently she is quite stable after a few mugs of beer and some tequila.
So I switched to plan ‘B’. If she wasn’t going to willingly become mine forever, why don’t I just make her mine. I decided to paint my walls with her blood and hang her head on the wall with the rest. Yes, I did say rest. This is not the first time I will ever kill someone, nor will it probably be the last. It’s quite refreshing, killing someone. Keeping their skin and rotting skulls makes it so I never run out of friends.
So this is where I am now. I managed to back her out of the bar and I have managed to back her into an alleyway. There is nowhere she can run, so I just continue to advance towards her. Step by step, closer to her sweet smelling skin, her lavender scented hair, soon it will be preserved throughout time as my prised possession. She backed herself in a corner and slid down the back wall, trying to hid her face. I swiftly move to where she is and forced her to face me.
“I gave you a chance, Gwyn. You had my heart darling and you still do, but you never gave me yours.” I said, studying her pale features.
“Is that what this is about!” She said, her eyes widening in realization and disgust. “Marcie! You are like a sister to me! I don’t have that kind of feelings for you. And anyways, you and I are both women. That is just wrong. Unnatural. Disgusting. There is no way I would ever date you.”
Her words pierced through my heart, pain coursing through my body as if each word were a bullet being shot through me. I don’t know what I am saying anymore, I just know that I am yelling, screaming, crying. I have been called those names my whole life. Being disgraced by that name every time someone recognizes me. My parents even judged me. Gwyn was the only one who accepted me for who I was, but now that she knows the whole truth, she is just like the others. I will have her. No matter what she says, I need to show her how it feels to be betrayed by someone you loved.
I lunge. My nails dig into her flesh, fresh blood dripped down her neck. I clenched my fist and the skin teared the large pieces of flesh dropped to the ground and the process repeated. Grab, rip, fall. Over and over. The blood started to pool at her feet, the red crimson liquid staining the dark concrete. Her guttural screams were drowned out by the pure pleasure of killing her, piece by piece. Flesh by flesh. Every ounce of pain she ever caused me was compensated by what would be my new coat. And the new head that would hang on my wall with the rest.
Soon she became silent, the gallons of blood spread on the floor giving a hint as to why. Her pale skin was loosely draped over her body like a patchwork quilt. Only scraps of flesh still remained on her outline, I could see her every muscle, every tendon, every organ. This is what she deserves. But I have only just begun.
I reach out and caress her smooth ribs before snapping them. They are only blocking what I am after. I grab her left lung and pull, tearing it away from her body. More crimson can be seen at blood fills her chest, like an artery swimming pool. I try to restrain from grabbing the other lung so I can savour the moment, but to no avail. The other lung now sits in my hand. I toss it aside and stare back down at the open torso.
There it is. The one thing that I was trying to win for so many years. Her heart. I caressed the soft tissue, the organ fresh and beautiful. I slide my hand underneath the warm flesh and lift it out of the cage that held it captive for so long. Yet veins held it back, chaining the heart to the corpse of the person who stole mine. Broke mine. Shattered it. I took each vein and savoured the sound of each tendon stretching and snapping, freeing the muscle. I picked up the fallen heart, and pressed it close to my chest, the one thing that I always craved. Always wanted. I have it now, but at what cost. My darling is dead at my feet and the heart is no longer beating. But I still want more. I want to feel her heart against mine, let mine warm hers.
I dig my nails into my chest tearing and ripping, my mind numb. I break through my rib cage, carving entrance to my heart. I am bleeding profusely, blood pouring from the hand-carved pathway in my body. My mind is becoming clouded, losing thoughts and life. My memories washing down the sewers along with the blood that drained from my ever dying body. I can’t hold on much longer, my energy was depleting to rapidly. With my last few moments of life I lunged for the heart of my beloved, reaching into my own chest and showing it next to mine. At least we shall die together. I cough, and see blood spray across the night sky.
I choke and my vision blackens, this is the end. I feel the life drain from my body. All of my senses go numb.
At least we died together.
I continue to advance towards my former mentor, former friend. She was my childhood crush that was always just a little more, her with her jet black hair that always seemed to be pulled back into a clip so her long hair wouldn’t get in her face. She was only five years older than me. Five years isn’t too outrageous, right? Well, she thought different.
Growing up, my feelings for her only grew, and when I turned fourteen I told her of my feelings. Not that she accepted them as the truth. After I had confessed she immediately changed the subject back to the math problems at hand. I was so set on my feelings that I was determined to make her mine. But not in big ways. Every time I saw her I tried to get closer, whether it was a hug, a conversation, or even an argument. It is good to know a woman’s limits. I once attempted a kiss, but failed miserably and my action was promptly ignored.
Now, I’m sure that you are all wondering how this all ties in to tonight. Today is my twenty first birthday and to celebrate, I went to a bar that I have always wanted to go into and I took her with me. It was a good idea at the time. I had a plan that I thought was a surefire way to get her into my life for good. However things didn’t go as planned. I was going to see her true self tonight. I was going to get her a few drinks and watch as her life unraveled in front of me. Watch her become unable to resist me. But apparently she is quite stable after a few mugs of beer and some tequila.
So I switched to plan ‘B’. If she wasn’t going to willingly become mine forever, why don’t I just make her mine. I decided to paint my walls with her blood and hang her head on the wall with the rest. Yes, I did say rest. This is not the first time I will ever kill someone, nor will it probably be the last. It’s quite refreshing, killing someone. Keeping their skin and rotting skulls makes it so I never run out of friends.
So this is where I am now. I managed to back her out of the bar and I have managed to back her into an alleyway. There is nowhere she can run, so I just continue to advance towards her. Step by step, closer to her sweet smelling skin, her lavender scented hair, soon it will be preserved throughout time as my prised possession. She backed herself in a corner and slid down the back wall, trying to hid her face. I swiftly move to where she is and forced her to face me.
“I gave you a chance, Gwyn. You had my heart darling and you still do, but you never gave me yours.” I said, studying her pale features.
“Is that what this is about!” She said, her eyes widening in realization and disgust. “Marcie! You are like a sister to me! I don’t have that kind of feelings for you. And anyways, you and I are both women. That is just wrong. Unnatural. Disgusting. There is no way I would ever date you.”
Her words pierced through my heart, pain coursing through my body as if each word were a bullet being shot through me. I don’t know what I am saying anymore, I just know that I am yelling, screaming, crying. I have been called those names my whole life. Being disgraced by that name every time someone recognizes me. My parents even judged me. Gwyn was the only one who accepted me for who I was, but now that she knows the whole truth, she is just like the others. I will have her. No matter what she says, I need to show her how it feels to be betrayed by someone you loved.
I lunge. My nails dig into her flesh, fresh blood dripped down her neck. I clenched my fist and the skin teared the large pieces of flesh dropped to the ground and the process repeated. Grab, rip, fall. Over and over. The blood started to pool at her feet, the red crimson liquid staining the dark concrete. Her guttural screams were drowned out by the pure pleasure of killing her, piece by piece. Flesh by flesh. Every ounce of pain she ever caused me was compensated by what would be my new coat. And the new head that would hang on my wall with the rest.
Soon she became silent, the gallons of blood spread on the floor giving a hint as to why. Her pale skin was loosely draped over her body like a patchwork quilt. Only scraps of flesh still remained on her outline, I could see her every muscle, every tendon, every organ. This is what she deserves. But I have only just begun.
I reach out and caress her smooth ribs before snapping them. They are only blocking what I am after. I grab her left lung and pull, tearing it away from her body. More crimson can be seen at blood fills her chest, like an artery swimming pool. I try to restrain from grabbing the other lung so I can savour the moment, but to no avail. The other lung now sits in my hand. I toss it aside and stare back down at the open torso.
There it is. The one thing that I was trying to win for so many years. Her heart. I caressed the soft tissue, the organ fresh and beautiful. I slide my hand underneath the warm flesh and lift it out of the cage that held it captive for so long. Yet veins held it back, chaining the heart to the corpse of the person who stole mine. Broke mine. Shattered it. I took each vein and savoured the sound of each tendon stretching and snapping, freeing the muscle. I picked up the fallen heart, and pressed it close to my chest, the one thing that I always craved. Always wanted. I have it now, but at what cost. My darling is dead at my feet and the heart is no longer beating. But I still want more. I want to feel her heart against mine, let mine warm hers.
I dig my nails into my chest tearing and ripping, my mind numb. I break through my rib cage, carving entrance to my heart. I am bleeding profusely, blood pouring from the hand-carved pathway in my body. My mind is becoming clouded, losing thoughts and life. My memories washing down the sewers along with the blood that drained from my ever dying body. I can’t hold on much longer, my energy was depleting to rapidly. With my last few moments of life I lunged for the heart of my beloved, reaching into my own chest and showing it next to mine. At least we shall die together. I cough, and see blood spray across the night sky.
I choke and my vision blackens, this is the end. I feel the life drain from my body. All of my senses go numb.
At least we died together.