Where It Ached

Posted: November 19, 2004 in About Me, Fiction and Non-Fiction
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Her whole body ached as blood flows from it. Finally, she’s feeling the peace she had wanted so much. The sharp blade of the dagger drips her blood… warm blood… her blood… She tried to smile as memories filled her senses… as her strength fades…

She remembered him as she drifted into unconsciousness. In her mind she saw him smiling at her, his eyes whispering silent promises. She felt her lips form a smile… It was as if she was at that moment again. In her sub-consciousness, she felt her hands reached for him. Just as she was about to, the vision faded. Her hands fell at her side.

The next image she saw was what had hurt her and caused her pain. She saw him leaving her alone… in that time when she needed him most. She was calling him again and again… He didn’t look her way. What he did was enough to make her insane.

He had caused her so much pain. She’d rather be insane than feel all the hurt he’d given her. Pain filled her heart. She was at lost. After months of loneliness and crying, she did what she thought was the best thing to do… She went to her apartment, took a knife and stabbed herself where it ached.

Tonight was that night… She could feel her life going weaker against each minute that passed. As she closed her eyes to accept what she had given to herself, she heard him speaking… His voice was inaudible, but she can sense that he was afraid. There were even tears from his face, falling to her face.

He was calling her… He was doing everything he can to stop the bleeding. She could hear him now… His words clear but frightened. He was asking her forgiveness. He was asking her to talk to him. She wanted to… She tried to open her mouth to speak but she had no more strength to do so… she heard him cry.

He was telling her to fight. With her remaining strength, she shook her head… lifted his fingers to his lips and whispered: “I love you…”

She gave him her forgiveness. She smiled when he held her hand and kissed her bloody palm. With that, she breathed her last…

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