| Falling RATING: PG-13 By: Skylark |
| Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, you know the drill. |
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| The van threw me out the door moving at high speeds. I rolled upon impact, crying out as the concrete ripped at my skin, tearing bits of flesh away. But I was alive. I was alive!
I shakily stood to my feet, adrenaline helping me move. I had to get home, I had to beat them, I had to warn you. I had told them where you were so they would spare me, but I wasn�t going to let them get you. I would get to you first, I would hide you so they could never find you. I would never allow you to experience the hell I�ve lived. When I saw the door hanging open, though, I already knew. I shook my head against the knowledge, no, I told them only a few hours ago, right? They couldn�t have come so soon. I slowly walked into our room, and I knew they had already come. Glass and paper littered the floor and chairs were overturned. You were gone. Oh, God, what have I done? *** The cuts all over my body are infected. I guess they don�t clean the instruments used for torture. Seems a little redundant to clean them, I guess. I wonder if they would clean them for you. I throw up violently into the toilet. There�s nothing but bile coming up, though. I haven�t been able to eat since I�ve returned, the smell of food sickens me. My forehead lands on the cool porcelain, the smell of sick assaulting my nostrils. You would have held back my hair, made sure I eat, taken care of my wounds, if only you were here. If only I hadn�t told them where you were. I pray you are all right. *** The roses are dead. It could be because I didn�t water them since I returned to the flat, but I think it�s because you�re gone. They could have survived on their own, it�s not like the rain misses the window box, but they needed you to survive. Just like I do. The infection has passed, but now I�m out of food. I don�t care. All I do is sit on the couch, staring into nothing, wondering what they are doing to you. Valerie, my beautiful Valerie, how could I have had allowed them to take you? I thought I would be able to save you in time, I thought I would beat them. I feel myself falling without you. *** My lungs ache as I walk up the stairs, my breathing harsh. Just a few more flights, I tell myself, just a few more flights. I killed you. I realize that now. I sent them to you, willingly, with thoughts only of myself. It would be better if I had just allowed death to claim me. I stare over the edge into an empty alleyway. Calmness washes over my weak and frail body. You may be gone, but soon I can join you wherever you are. You always said our love would surpass death and we would reunite in heaven. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I see you in my mind, laughing, kissing me, touching me, loving me, I killed you, I destroyed you, I sent you to your death, your destruction, I murdered you, the one who�s supposed to love you eternally, I killed you. I take a step and leave the guilt behind. The wind rushes past me as I fall into death�s loving embrace. I hear your voice whisper forgiveness and I smile one last time. I�ll see you soon in heaven. |
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