My love is dead. How could this happen? What can I do? I will
never again see my love’s crimson lips or supple ivory skin. I no longer
can see my love’s face for they have burned it and all that remains are ashes.
This has been done by my own family.
“The creature is now dead and can harm no one else.” Says my zealous
father as he turns to me. “Or control our more feeble minded people.”
“You disgusting maggot you killed my love! Now I will kill you!”
I said while the fever of passion burned up my body and the mists of blood
filled my vision.
“Son, you are too weak to kill me you can not even beat your sister
you weakl-“
Before he finished his word I lunged forward and drove my hand
through his chest. The warmth of the red river flowed from his body covering
my arm. He looked at me and seemed to smile a menacing smile. His eyes
fluttered and his body slumped.
I collapsed when the realization had hit me that my love was dead
and now my father was dead. On my knees water welled from my eyes. I
covered my face ashamed of my tears. My father’s blood smeared on my face
to mingle with my tears. After an hour I blacked out.
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