Thursday, February 07, 2008

Blood Tears



"You are not giving up now, are you?"

"I think I already have."

As she walks away he holds her once more and hugs her. He hides his tears as he walks away. He quickens his pace to a run and he can't stop. He can barely see where he is running but he runs home. The night is breezy and its cold. But it can be nothing like the way he feels. Tears blurr the world he is in, but he doesn't care. Its just before valentine's. But his heart is torn into pieces, but he cries more for the heart he broke. He just wishes to be punished for what he has done.



" " Just listen to her, she is right, trust me I've made her like that"

" Come on God! she is human and just doesn't see her mistakes. If only I could show her."

"No, Meo, trust me, she is always right"

I've always wanted to listen to you god.. But here I am doubting your creations, hurting her, I wish I could apologise and get all over with."

He thinks to himself in prayer. He is exhausted. He doesn't want to open his eyes for the bright light will hurt him. He feels really heavy. A hand touches his and he knows whose it is.

"Hey Princess, you came."
His voice is hoarse as well as apologetic.

" I came as soon as I could. I've been here a while now. Are you okay? You know the doctor says you shouldn't be talking at all. you need a lot of rest."

" I need to let you know that I am sorry......... I'm sorry, I'm sorry
, I'm sorry , I'm sorry."

" You really mustn't speak or strain yourself, Please"

He kisses her hand and notices that his lips feel different. He feels his face and tries to recognize it. Its brutally mutilated. he can't recognize a bit of his face. Glass shards dug deep in his face and open wounds cover his face. He tries to remember the last thing he saw and could only remember seeing headlights, hearing horns and crashes. He sees her crying. Holds her hand again and kisses it again and again.

" I am really really sorry about what I've done. I should've... I...."

His eyes daze out as he gasps for air and his head falls back. Drops of blood from his eyes roll down is cheeks as his last drops of tears.

7 comments:

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Anonymous said...

That's a beautiful story. Keep writing, not every story has a perfect or even a good ending. You sparked my curiosity with your story. :]

Anonymous said...

this is sad but beautiful never stop writting please

Anonymous said...

wow. that touched me and the art was a terrific touch.

Anonymous said...

this is really good! but its a little confusing on who's saying what and when things are taking place

Unknown said...

i am so sad

Anonymous said...

I love how this piece made me feel right beside the bed. Just Beautiful.