Post by lizyy on Apr 2, 2014 16:17:08 GMT
The White
Evening was dark, as I went outside on an errand; a simple errand to take out the garbage. I hurried due to impatience but that impatience turned into fear-overpowering fear that I was being followed…and cornered like prey. Steps slowed as fear paralyzed me and took over my body. I could not move, nor think clearly.
The next instant, I saw a figure-a dark, twisted, distorted and dusky shape that slightly resembled a human. I shivered as every bone in my body tried to run off on its own, knowing that this was bad. The funny thing was that I didn't understand an inkling of this, not even a penny of what was going on.
All I knew was that there was someone there…who was going to attack me. And attack me it did. I say "it" because I am not sure if it was even human to begin with. I remember being taken away to a place no one could hear me scream. I remember being beaten. I remember being stabbed. I remember being stomped on. And I remember being left to bleed out and rot…alone.
I had no idea why I was there in the first place, or even a clear idea of what happened. Of course it was then, when memories came back, when reasons flooded in…that I passed out into the ebony surrounding my person, into the blackness that infected my mind.
The Black
When the night finally settled in black, I went back to check on my work; on the child I just beat and killed. My work, my mission, what I was sent here to do, is finally complete. I had to track down the wretch and deal with her myself. The brat didn't even fight back. That is a sign that the memories she had must have been lost. Damnit, this would have been such sweet revenge if she remembered, if she knew it was all her fault.
Am I a murderer? Why of course I am! I will take pride in what I did. She deserved what she got, had it coming all along if you ask me. Of course no one else could comprehend that there was a strong reason to my action. I rolled my eyes at the thought of such a conversation.
It was at this time I made it back to the body, I left it there to rot, like it deserves the respect of being buried; I rolled my eyes again. Once my eyes had set on the body, I had to grit my teeth to keep from harming it more, as I recalled my sweet Emily, from long, long ago. It was not in this life, but even after being sent to a different body, after my old one passed, I had not forgotten the events that this brat caused, the events that destroyed me. Alas if your soul is destroyed, there is no hope of it ever coming back and the girl would know all about that.
The Gray
I was happy; I suppose you could say that was stolen from me. My soul was destroyed you see, so I can never return. Let me tell you, my friend, what happened to poor little me, Emily.
I was happy, like I already stated; very happy in fact. I was in love and I had a friend to support me through all life's trials; though I'm not entirely sure when the trials converted to breakdowns. This shattered the whole function of my existence.
I didn't know this, you see, but my very best friend was jealous of me. She loved whom I loved and wanted me rid of. She took it a bit too far one day, cornering me with a hatchet. She made sure to break my spirit first, saying horrible things to me…then she proceeded to use that axe to make those wounds more visible to the naked eye.
She shattered my spirit, my feelings and my happiness; she destroyed my body and left me here. My love, he found me and knew what had proceeded. He hated her, and swore to kill her, to destroy her body and her spirit like she had done to me, Emily. I floated and watched this reincarnation of the two that I felt so much for, clash in a violent event. I suppose it was expected, for this situation to go from black and white…to gray.
Works Consulted
Atwood, Margaret. "Happy Endings".
Evening was dark, as I went outside on an errand; a simple errand to take out the garbage. I hurried due to impatience but that impatience turned into fear-overpowering fear that I was being followed…and cornered like prey. Steps slowed as fear paralyzed me and took over my body. I could not move, nor think clearly.
The next instant, I saw a figure-a dark, twisted, distorted and dusky shape that slightly resembled a human. I shivered as every bone in my body tried to run off on its own, knowing that this was bad. The funny thing was that I didn't understand an inkling of this, not even a penny of what was going on.
All I knew was that there was someone there…who was going to attack me. And attack me it did. I say "it" because I am not sure if it was even human to begin with. I remember being taken away to a place no one could hear me scream. I remember being beaten. I remember being stabbed. I remember being stomped on. And I remember being left to bleed out and rot…alone.
I had no idea why I was there in the first place, or even a clear idea of what happened. Of course it was then, when memories came back, when reasons flooded in…that I passed out into the ebony surrounding my person, into the blackness that infected my mind.
The Black
When the night finally settled in black, I went back to check on my work; on the child I just beat and killed. My work, my mission, what I was sent here to do, is finally complete. I had to track down the wretch and deal with her myself. The brat didn't even fight back. That is a sign that the memories she had must have been lost. Damnit, this would have been such sweet revenge if she remembered, if she knew it was all her fault.
Am I a murderer? Why of course I am! I will take pride in what I did. She deserved what she got, had it coming all along if you ask me. Of course no one else could comprehend that there was a strong reason to my action. I rolled my eyes at the thought of such a conversation.
It was at this time I made it back to the body, I left it there to rot, like it deserves the respect of being buried; I rolled my eyes again. Once my eyes had set on the body, I had to grit my teeth to keep from harming it more, as I recalled my sweet Emily, from long, long ago. It was not in this life, but even after being sent to a different body, after my old one passed, I had not forgotten the events that this brat caused, the events that destroyed me. Alas if your soul is destroyed, there is no hope of it ever coming back and the girl would know all about that.
The Gray
I was happy; I suppose you could say that was stolen from me. My soul was destroyed you see, so I can never return. Let me tell you, my friend, what happened to poor little me, Emily.
I was happy, like I already stated; very happy in fact. I was in love and I had a friend to support me through all life's trials; though I'm not entirely sure when the trials converted to breakdowns. This shattered the whole function of my existence.
I didn't know this, you see, but my very best friend was jealous of me. She loved whom I loved and wanted me rid of. She took it a bit too far one day, cornering me with a hatchet. She made sure to break my spirit first, saying horrible things to me…then she proceeded to use that axe to make those wounds more visible to the naked eye.
She shattered my spirit, my feelings and my happiness; she destroyed my body and left me here. My love, he found me and knew what had proceeded. He hated her, and swore to kill her, to destroy her body and her spirit like she had done to me, Emily. I floated and watched this reincarnation of the two that I felt so much for, clash in a violent event. I suppose it was expected, for this situation to go from black and white…to gray.
Works Consulted
Atwood, Margaret. "Happy Endings".
*in a toilet*