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Rest

By : Yuki Fanel

 

My eyes gaze unendingly at the vast expanse of the night sky. There are no stars. No stars where I can wish... I used to do this when I was a child. I would lie on the grass and stare at the night sky, gazing at the Mystic Moon. I lie down now but not on the grass.

 

I lie in a pool of my own blood.

 

My blood gush warmly from my wound. It makes me feel so alive. It reminds me that I have a miserable life in this horrible world. It reminds me of the nine years I lost to that rampaging maniac.

 

Thinking of it always makes me cry. But now...the tears won't come. Perhaps because I know that ending my life would make those weeping souls rest. Perhaps because he will never haunt any living creature again.

 

The pain throbs through my body. My hands feel numb. My eyes are burning. I will not lose now. I will win in this battle. I will.

 

I remember seeing those souls in my dreams. They beg for help. They fester with their wounds. I would smell the ugly stench of blood, death and decay. What’s worse is… they blame me for all of it. I am a mere girl. How could I do such thing to those poor people? They scream for help. Their voices are shrill and sound somehow delightful to my ears. Why do I find delight in their screams? It feels as if I once had a good time slaughtering them like cattle.

 

This isn’t me, right? I don’t act like this. Tell me this isn’t me. TELL ME! TELL ME THIS ISN’T ME!

 

I realize that doing this thing is good. But it could hurt me as well. It could add more to the pain that I have been feeling a long time now. But this is right. I did what was to be done. This is the path I have chosen. And this path is the only one I find right.

 

My breathing becomes labored. The coppery taste of blood lingers in my mouth. This is it. My life is coming to an end. My vision goes dark. My breathing feels very shallow. Perhaps I can scream for once. I can scream to make those souls rest…

 

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          A scream echoed through the dark forest. Allen looked at the forest, his expression dark and unreadable. His eyes glowed with concern and fear but his lips were curved to a smile. Why was he smiling? The wind blew at him, flailing his hair slightly. The stench of blood and death sailed through the cold night air. He knew what has happened. He knew what has become of his sister. Tears flowed from his piercing blue eyes, sorrow overwhelming his entire soul. *Rest, Celena. I wish you find rest.*