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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Black bird
There was a nice little trail connecting two sister towns that was filled with wondrous things. Most people crossed said path only by carriage or horse for it was unknown the kind of wonders that could be found there, good or bad. Only occasionally would somebody be brave, or stupid enough, to walk through the dirt road traveled only by horses and carriages. For this reason, not many people knew of the beautiful vegetation that could be found there. They couldn’t imagine just all the different shades of maroon and orange the autumn leaves wore even when it wasn’t autumn. Thousands of wild berries and fruits would rot on the floor since no one picked them up and made good use of them. And most importantly, no one heard the sweet faint song that a little bird sung everyday while it sat on top of a pear tree branch.
One day a particularly stupid and brave person named Matt decided to walk through the path in order to get to the neighboring town. Matt had the bright idea to walk through the path so he may witness the unfamiliar and escape the boring town he lived in. He had taken the responsibility of a delivery boy in order to get out of his boring town. As he twisted and turned his head this way and that, marveling at the new sights, something caught Matt’s attention. It was a great pear tree with thousands of green fruits decorating its branches. Feeling the familiar pain of hunger Matt walked towards the tree tempted by the delicious fruits. As soon as he was close to it he heard a song that was so faint it was hardly noticeable. Intrigued by the sound of the pretty voice Matt called out "Who's there…?"
But no one answered and the song stopped.
Matt was now sure someone was there. Once again he asked “Excuse me, but I would like to know who’s singing”. Just when Matt started to think he was probably talking to himself, a faint quivering voice answered. "I'm sorry mister… I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll stop now", this was followed by a long pause. Relieved, Matt answered back “Ah, thank goodness. I thought I was hearing things. So… what is you name? If you don’t mind me asking…” But again, no one answered his questions for a long while. Matt thought he might have offended this person and took those silent moments to worry over it.
“I don’t have one…" was finally said.
“What…?" asked Matt, slightly relieved the person had answered him.
"I don’t have a name" answered the little voice in a timid manner. By the tone and softness of the voice Matt thought it most likely belonged to a child. Then the little songster took its head out of the green foliage and Matt finally got a good glimpse. It was a small bird. It had black feathers that shone like silk with a tint of red. It was quite beautiful in it’s own way.
“Oh! Ah! I see…”Matt said taken back, he hadn’t expected a bird. “Oh, I… think your singing is lovely,” he said after he got over the initial shock.
“Really?” the bird asked softly.
“Yes, of course! It was beautiful! Like an angel’s melody,” the bird said nothing.
“Thank you,” the bird said hesitantly after a long silence.
“You are very welcome! And it is very true!”
Matt felt awkward speaking to a bird but wished to stay and listen to it sing some more but he remembered he was running late to his destination.
“Oh no! I completely forgot about-,” stopped Matt mid-sentence and he slapped his forehead with an open palm then brought it down to his mouth. He paused, seemed to be contemplating something for a couple of seconds then gestured his right hand towards the bird.
“Do you think I may come back to hear you sing more? If you’ll allow my company, of course.”
This had caught the little bird by surprise. The simple thought of having a one person audience was a completely new concept for it: however as confounded as it was, it nodded in response. A little company wouldn’t hurt, it thought. Besides, it wasn’t like it had other things to do.
“I can? Wonderful! Then I’ll come back tomorrow. Is this where I’ll find you?”
“Yes,” answered the bird and it gave its first warm timid smile, a smile it had long forgotten.
And so, from then on, day after day, Matt came back and sat beneath that pear tree and accompanied the little bird. He would close his eyes and lose himself in the bird’s melody. In his mind, he danced and twirled along the long notes and jumped with every beat. It was magical. And when the sun would begin to set, just barely peeking over the horizon, he would leave. He hated it because it meant that he would have to go back to his boring town; however he knew the bird would be there when he returned. He tried not to look sad as he waved the bird goodbye with a promise to come back soon. Sometimes during Matt’s visit, instead of listening, he would speak to it. They had nice, long conversations and Matt spoke for a good portion of them which he didn’t mind because he learned the bird loved to listen. However, when the bird finally told Matt about itself it was rather sad. Matt found out that the bird had been living by itself for a long time. He also learned that a long time ago there were even more birds living there.
“They were all beautiful white birds, and they all had pretty voices, much prettier than mine. And then one day I woke up and they were all gone. It wasn’t winter or anything but they all left and I didn’t know why,” said the bird as it lowered its head.
“I didn’t mind it though. I just sat here which is my favorite tree and waited. I thought maybe if I waited long enough someone would come, but it didn’t happen. I still waited though, and then, one day he finally came to me.”
“Who is “he”?” asked Matt.
“The man with the gray hair,” answered the bird.
“He came to this very same tree two or three seasons ago and told me I was beautiful. He said he loved pears and the he asked me permission to grab a couple to bring home to his wife. Of course I said yes, since this tree doesn’t belong to me. He was so happy; he stayed with me for a while too and told me many interesting stories. He told me about his life in the village and how he cured people. He also told me many wonderful things about his wife, how much he loved her and how scared he was because she was very ill. He said he felt useless because he couldn’t do anything for her even though he was a doctor. I told him I was sure the pears from this tree would help her get better since that’s all I’ve eaten my entire life and not once have a I gotten sick. From that day on he always visited me now and then and I always sung just for him. One day he stopped coming and I’ve been waiting ever since.”
The bird’s story pulled at Matt’s heart strings. “How about I wait here with you until he comes back then?” Matt offered, almost pleading.
“Wait with me?”
“Yes, two’s always better than one! That’s what they always say,” said Matt not sure who “they” were.
“What?” asked the bird after a confused silence.
“Oh, well, nevermind…”
The bird now had company as he waited. Nothing changed between the two; the bird would sing and Matt would listen. Matt had heard the bird’s song enough times to sing along with it. His voice was just as beautiful as the bird’s which made their duet even more wondrous.
#
Time passed by and the gray haired man was nowhere to be found. From time to time strangers would walk right by the pear tree but none were males with grey hair and soon Matt found himself feeling pity for the bird enough times that the disappointment became his own but the bird always tried to cheer him up with a song just for him. He figured the bird became accustomed to disappointment and was no longer bothered by it since it did not show much distress. This bothered Matt and then, one day it finally hit him.
“He’s not coming, is he?” he asked the bird.
“No he is not,”
“Then… why?”
But the bird remained silent. It was then Matt realized what the bird’s intentions were, it had lost hope a long time ago. Even so, Matt felt he needed to stay with the bird and wait for a man who was never going to come. He tried to go to the bird as much as he could but found it hard to leave his home everyday. Some days he wouldn’t go to the bird and it would no longer sing. At first, it seemed strange since it had always been able to sing no matter how lonely it felt. As a matter of fact, the bird sung because it was lonely and singing always made it feel better. And then Matt started visiting less, further silencing the bird’s melody. Until one day he stopped coming all together and days passed and he was nowhere to be found. The bird was back to the way it was in the beginning. The bird sat by itself on top of that pear tree branch accompanied only by its own anxiety and fears. Not again, it thought to itself, quivering and just about to cry.
#
More days passed by and the bird’s wings and legs began to ache. This wasn’t right, it had to do something about it. The time for waiting was over. It was time for the bird to take action and seek out what it truly wanted. And it knew exactly what it wanted and in what direction it could find it. And what was there to lose? It had already lost the only person who had taken the slightest interest in it. It had lost him a long time ago but not until now had it refused to let him go. Now was the time and with that in mind, the bird jumped off that tree branch and onto the ground. Its legs ached trying to sustain its own weight but despite that, it did not hesitate and it walked slowly towards the same direction Matt always headed to. Flying was out of the question, the birds wings were far too weak to be able to do anything, so walking would have to do for now. Slowly but surely, the bird left that pear tree and the memories engraved in it hoping to see its friend again. It was determined to find Matt and a silly thing like pain was not going to stop it. The bird had only been walking for a couple of minutes when it saw what looked like a crowd of people. Distant first, then closer and closer until it was clear enough for the bird to recognize Matt was among them. The bird’s eyes became wider and it tried its best to run towards him, only falling a couple of times but quickly recovering and continuing its course.
“Matt!” called out the bird and once it was close enough it jumped up and wrapped its wings around him.
“I’m sorry I missed so many days,” Matt said.
“I spent too much time telling people about you that sometimes I couldn’t make it here. I wanted other to hear your beautiful songs as well so I brought some of my friends along with me. And besides, more than two is better than one. That’s what they always say,” and Matt grinned as the little bird held onto him.
“I was tired of waiting so I decided I would go to you instead of staying behind,” cried out the bird and Matt responded with another kind smile. Matt wiped the bird’s tears away, reassuring that everything was going to be alright.
“These people came here to hear your lovely songs,” said Matt. “How about it?”
The bird was a bit intimidated but it knew it would be ok as long as Matt was there. Everyone sat under the shade of a different tree and the bird sang another one of its beautiful songs for them. They all listened and danced with the tunes and jumped with the beats until the sun moved closer to the horizon. Then everyone stood up and headed back home after making sure they praised and thanked the bird for sharing its beautiful melody. Then, as everyone else left, the bird looked at Matt who then looked back at it and reached his hand out and asked. “Are you coming with us?”
The bird smiled and Matt grabbed its wing as if they were holding hands.
“I’m sure you’ll like my town. It’s a little bit boring but we’ll make it fun. You’ll see,”
“I can’t wait,” answered the bird with genuine excitement.
“Me neither,” said Matt then added. “Uhmm… Have you ever considered a name for yourself? You know, I haven’t referred to you as anything up until this moment and since we’re friends…”
“A name, uh?” said the bird then contemplated it for a couple of minutes. ”Well, what kind of name do you think fits me the best?”
Matt thought about it for a couple of seconds then replied “Kiki-o.”
“Kiki-o?” asked the bird confused.
“Uhg… It’s ugly isn’t it? I’m sorry-“
“No! I like it! My name’s Kiki-o now. “ the bird said triumphantly. “Kiki-o…What does it mean?”
“I don’t now. I heard it one day and it reminded me of you, it sounded very cute…”
“You do know I’m a male bird, right?” asked the newly named Kiki-o.
“What?” asked Matt after a confused silence.
“Oh, well, nevermind…”
They lived their life’s to the fullest, never looking back and never hesitating to move forward. They trusted each other and that pretty much became the basis of their friendship which lasted for many seasons and even after they passed away their souls continued to sing, dance and keep each other company until the end of time.
The end.
One day a particularly stupid and brave person named Matt decided to walk through the path in order to get to the neighboring town. Matt had the bright idea to walk through the path so he may witness the unfamiliar and escape the boring town he lived in. He had taken the responsibility of a delivery boy in order to get out of his boring town. As he twisted and turned his head this way and that, marveling at the new sights, something caught Matt’s attention. It was a great pear tree with thousands of green fruits decorating its branches. Feeling the familiar pain of hunger Matt walked towards the tree tempted by the delicious fruits. As soon as he was close to it he heard a song that was so faint it was hardly noticeable. Intrigued by the sound of the pretty voice Matt called out "Who's there…?"
But no one answered and the song stopped.
Matt was now sure someone was there. Once again he asked “Excuse me, but I would like to know who’s singing”. Just when Matt started to think he was probably talking to himself, a faint quivering voice answered. "I'm sorry mister… I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll stop now", this was followed by a long pause. Relieved, Matt answered back “Ah, thank goodness. I thought I was hearing things. So… what is you name? If you don’t mind me asking…” But again, no one answered his questions for a long while. Matt thought he might have offended this person and took those silent moments to worry over it.
“I don’t have one…" was finally said.
“What…?" asked Matt, slightly relieved the person had answered him.
"I don’t have a name" answered the little voice in a timid manner. By the tone and softness of the voice Matt thought it most likely belonged to a child. Then the little songster took its head out of the green foliage and Matt finally got a good glimpse. It was a small bird. It had black feathers that shone like silk with a tint of red. It was quite beautiful in it’s own way.
“Oh! Ah! I see…”Matt said taken back, he hadn’t expected a bird. “Oh, I… think your singing is lovely,” he said after he got over the initial shock.
“Really?” the bird asked softly.
“Yes, of course! It was beautiful! Like an angel’s melody,” the bird said nothing.
“Thank you,” the bird said hesitantly after a long silence.
“You are very welcome! And it is very true!”
Matt felt awkward speaking to a bird but wished to stay and listen to it sing some more but he remembered he was running late to his destination.
“Oh no! I completely forgot about-,” stopped Matt mid-sentence and he slapped his forehead with an open palm then brought it down to his mouth. He paused, seemed to be contemplating something for a couple of seconds then gestured his right hand towards the bird.
“Do you think I may come back to hear you sing more? If you’ll allow my company, of course.”
This had caught the little bird by surprise. The simple thought of having a one person audience was a completely new concept for it: however as confounded as it was, it nodded in response. A little company wouldn’t hurt, it thought. Besides, it wasn’t like it had other things to do.
“I can? Wonderful! Then I’ll come back tomorrow. Is this where I’ll find you?”
“Yes,” answered the bird and it gave its first warm timid smile, a smile it had long forgotten.
And so, from then on, day after day, Matt came back and sat beneath that pear tree and accompanied the little bird. He would close his eyes and lose himself in the bird’s melody. In his mind, he danced and twirled along the long notes and jumped with every beat. It was magical. And when the sun would begin to set, just barely peeking over the horizon, he would leave. He hated it because it meant that he would have to go back to his boring town; however he knew the bird would be there when he returned. He tried not to look sad as he waved the bird goodbye with a promise to come back soon. Sometimes during Matt’s visit, instead of listening, he would speak to it. They had nice, long conversations and Matt spoke for a good portion of them which he didn’t mind because he learned the bird loved to listen. However, when the bird finally told Matt about itself it was rather sad. Matt found out that the bird had been living by itself for a long time. He also learned that a long time ago there were even more birds living there.
“They were all beautiful white birds, and they all had pretty voices, much prettier than mine. And then one day I woke up and they were all gone. It wasn’t winter or anything but they all left and I didn’t know why,” said the bird as it lowered its head.
“I didn’t mind it though. I just sat here which is my favorite tree and waited. I thought maybe if I waited long enough someone would come, but it didn’t happen. I still waited though, and then, one day he finally came to me.”
“Who is “he”?” asked Matt.
“The man with the gray hair,” answered the bird.
“He came to this very same tree two or three seasons ago and told me I was beautiful. He said he loved pears and the he asked me permission to grab a couple to bring home to his wife. Of course I said yes, since this tree doesn’t belong to me. He was so happy; he stayed with me for a while too and told me many interesting stories. He told me about his life in the village and how he cured people. He also told me many wonderful things about his wife, how much he loved her and how scared he was because she was very ill. He said he felt useless because he couldn’t do anything for her even though he was a doctor. I told him I was sure the pears from this tree would help her get better since that’s all I’ve eaten my entire life and not once have a I gotten sick. From that day on he always visited me now and then and I always sung just for him. One day he stopped coming and I’ve been waiting ever since.”
The bird’s story pulled at Matt’s heart strings. “How about I wait here with you until he comes back then?” Matt offered, almost pleading.
“Wait with me?”
“Yes, two’s always better than one! That’s what they always say,” said Matt not sure who “they” were.
“What?” asked the bird after a confused silence.
“Oh, well, nevermind…”
The bird now had company as he waited. Nothing changed between the two; the bird would sing and Matt would listen. Matt had heard the bird’s song enough times to sing along with it. His voice was just as beautiful as the bird’s which made their duet even more wondrous.
#
Time passed by and the gray haired man was nowhere to be found. From time to time strangers would walk right by the pear tree but none were males with grey hair and soon Matt found himself feeling pity for the bird enough times that the disappointment became his own but the bird always tried to cheer him up with a song just for him. He figured the bird became accustomed to disappointment and was no longer bothered by it since it did not show much distress. This bothered Matt and then, one day it finally hit him.
“He’s not coming, is he?” he asked the bird.
“No he is not,”
“Then… why?”
But the bird remained silent. It was then Matt realized what the bird’s intentions were, it had lost hope a long time ago. Even so, Matt felt he needed to stay with the bird and wait for a man who was never going to come. He tried to go to the bird as much as he could but found it hard to leave his home everyday. Some days he wouldn’t go to the bird and it would no longer sing. At first, it seemed strange since it had always been able to sing no matter how lonely it felt. As a matter of fact, the bird sung because it was lonely and singing always made it feel better. And then Matt started visiting less, further silencing the bird’s melody. Until one day he stopped coming all together and days passed and he was nowhere to be found. The bird was back to the way it was in the beginning. The bird sat by itself on top of that pear tree branch accompanied only by its own anxiety and fears. Not again, it thought to itself, quivering and just about to cry.
#
More days passed by and the bird’s wings and legs began to ache. This wasn’t right, it had to do something about it. The time for waiting was over. It was time for the bird to take action and seek out what it truly wanted. And it knew exactly what it wanted and in what direction it could find it. And what was there to lose? It had already lost the only person who had taken the slightest interest in it. It had lost him a long time ago but not until now had it refused to let him go. Now was the time and with that in mind, the bird jumped off that tree branch and onto the ground. Its legs ached trying to sustain its own weight but despite that, it did not hesitate and it walked slowly towards the same direction Matt always headed to. Flying was out of the question, the birds wings were far too weak to be able to do anything, so walking would have to do for now. Slowly but surely, the bird left that pear tree and the memories engraved in it hoping to see its friend again. It was determined to find Matt and a silly thing like pain was not going to stop it. The bird had only been walking for a couple of minutes when it saw what looked like a crowd of people. Distant first, then closer and closer until it was clear enough for the bird to recognize Matt was among them. The bird’s eyes became wider and it tried its best to run towards him, only falling a couple of times but quickly recovering and continuing its course.
“Matt!” called out the bird and once it was close enough it jumped up and wrapped its wings around him.
“I’m sorry I missed so many days,” Matt said.
“I spent too much time telling people about you that sometimes I couldn’t make it here. I wanted other to hear your beautiful songs as well so I brought some of my friends along with me. And besides, more than two is better than one. That’s what they always say,” and Matt grinned as the little bird held onto him.
“I was tired of waiting so I decided I would go to you instead of staying behind,” cried out the bird and Matt responded with another kind smile. Matt wiped the bird’s tears away, reassuring that everything was going to be alright.
“These people came here to hear your lovely songs,” said Matt. “How about it?”
The bird was a bit intimidated but it knew it would be ok as long as Matt was there. Everyone sat under the shade of a different tree and the bird sang another one of its beautiful songs for them. They all listened and danced with the tunes and jumped with the beats until the sun moved closer to the horizon. Then everyone stood up and headed back home after making sure they praised and thanked the bird for sharing its beautiful melody. Then, as everyone else left, the bird looked at Matt who then looked back at it and reached his hand out and asked. “Are you coming with us?”
The bird smiled and Matt grabbed its wing as if they were holding hands.
“I’m sure you’ll like my town. It’s a little bit boring but we’ll make it fun. You’ll see,”
“I can’t wait,” answered the bird with genuine excitement.
“Me neither,” said Matt then added. “Uhmm… Have you ever considered a name for yourself? You know, I haven’t referred to you as anything up until this moment and since we’re friends…”
“A name, uh?” said the bird then contemplated it for a couple of minutes. ”Well, what kind of name do you think fits me the best?”
Matt thought about it for a couple of seconds then replied “Kiki-o.”
“Kiki-o?” asked the bird confused.
“Uhg… It’s ugly isn’t it? I’m sorry-“
“No! I like it! My name’s Kiki-o now. “ the bird said triumphantly. “Kiki-o…What does it mean?”
“I don’t now. I heard it one day and it reminded me of you, it sounded very cute…”
“You do know I’m a male bird, right?” asked the newly named Kiki-o.
“What?” asked Matt after a confused silence.
“Oh, well, nevermind…”
They lived their life’s to the fullest, never looking back and never hesitating to move forward. They trusted each other and that pretty much became the basis of their friendship which lasted for many seasons and even after they passed away their souls continued to sing, dance and keep each other company until the end of time.
The end.
Persephone’s abduction
Persephone was a beautiful young woman that lived in a nice little town. Her father was a powerful man named Zeus who owned a chain of Greek food restaurants while her mother, Demeter was the proud owner of a majestic farm which provided most of the town with the food they ate. Persephone lived a life of luxury, the kind of life not many people had in that small place. She had everything she wanted, and everything she needed which is why it felt so strange to her being tied up and blind folded all of the sudden. She couldn’t quite recall how this had happened. Her head spun around in many directions and she found it difficult to concentrate. It must have been the chloride they used on her, “they”. She tried not to panic and steadied her own breathing. Her heart was beating so fast she could feel it beating against her chest. She didn’t know what to do. Obviously she couldn’t start kicking and screaming for she didn’t know exactly in what position she was in. And she could barely move as it is. She had previously tried to move her arms and legs but they were tightly fastened together. All she could really do was wait. Wait until the people who did this to her approached her. Perhaps she would be lucky and this could be all a joke; a really bad joke, but she didn’t put her hopes up.
#
Suddenly she felt movement around her. She jolted up in response and her body lost control. She began shaking tremendously in fear of what was to come. She could feel warm water dripping from her eyes. A whimper or two escaped from her mouth as she tried to undo the knots around her hands. She was terrified and helpless. Then she heard footsteps becoming louder and louder until they stopped and were followed by a deep, serious voice.
“I see you’re awake my love,” said the voice with content then continued.
“I hope you had a nice sleep while I was away.”
By the sound of it it seemed as though it was the voice of a man. Persephone struggled and stretched her limbs attempting to release herself from her restraints.
“You mustn’t struggle too much honey. You might hurt yourself.” Were the words that came before Persephone felt a firm clasp on her shoulders. Powerful hands attempted to hold her down and she ceased moving. The pain in her shoulders made her horrified but she gathered all of herself in order to stay still. She didn’t know what this man was capable of and she sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
“That’s better!” he said. “That wasn’t hard, now was it? I hope I didn’t startle you. I don’t mean you any harm Persephone my dear. I just thought it would be a nice idea to have you live with me for a little while. I assumed you could use the attention I can give you. It must be hard being the daughter of the all powerful Zeus and Demeter, you know? You seemed lonely last time I saw you. I’ve always watched over you and I don’t wish to see you sad,”
What the hell is this creep talking about?, screamed Persephone in her head. This man was obviously crazy, who would kidnap someone they loved?.
“Now, if you promise to behave I’ll take off the blind folds, ok?” said the voice.
Persephone complied. She stood still and closed her mouth as tightly as she could as to prevent herself from unconsciously screaming in fear. It was better for her not to be blind folded anymore than to stay unaware of what was going around her. She wanted to know at least how the man in front of her looked.
He said “Good girl,” and then he removed the piece of cloth around Persephone’s eyes. She was blinded by the bright light that suddenly hit her eyes and as the blur in front of her became more and more clear the blob in front of her began to take the form of a man. When Persephone’s sight was completely regained she was surprised to see a rater handsome man in front of her. He was tall and thin with rather light skin but his hair was a dark brown that gave a nice contrast to his complexion. This man looked like the kind of man that could have charmed Persephone had she met him previously, but Persephone was not thinking about it at the moment. Her mind was already preoccupied with anger and thoughts of murder, she condemned this man for taking her away from her home, and taking away her freedom. Her eyes were watery with rage but the eyes in front of her only showed love.
“That’s much better,” he said then gave Persephone a kiss in the forehead at which she jolted away from and walked off leaving her by herself.
“My name is Hades, by the way.” He added but Persephone couldn’t care less about his name. A few hours passed and then he returned with a bowl of what seemed to be soup and put it in front of Persephone. He gestured Persephone towards the bowl and told her to eat but she only stared at him with defiant eyes and refused to comply to his request then she said,
“Hades, Why are you doing this to me?”
“I told you already, I love you,”
“That’s not it! You’re crazy!”
“I love you”
“You must want something from me, from my parents or from someone else. Tell me what do you want,”
“I want nothing more than to spend some time with you, my love,”
“That’s crazy!”
“I love you, please eat your food,”
#
Hades took good care of Persephone, he gave her three meals a day and gave her fresh clothes. After a while he even let her take showers in his bathroom. Of course when this happened the bathroom was locked with Persephone inside and it would only be opened when Persephone signaled by tapping the door. There weren’t any windows in the bathroom so there was no chance for Persephone to escape. Even so, Persephone wouldn’t give into the idea of being captivated all her life, she still hoped to get out. She had to find a way to get out, any slight chance she could get.
#
Days were longer than they used to while Persephone’s was held captive. Hades spent every minute with Persephone, he kept saying that he did it because he wanted to spend some quality time with Persephone but she knew that was a lie. She knew he was making sure she wouldn’t leave; she also knew the only way for her to get out of that place was killing that man. She figured she would have to use this man’s feelings for her in her advantage in order to get out. She thought about it for a number of days, her captor started to notice her presence becoming more silent than usual but he didn’t think much of it, maybe she finally accepted her fate as my bride, he thought. This incidentally made the man happier, something that Persephone herself noticed and that also worked to her advantage.
#
One night just before Hades went to sleep Persephone finally broke out of her silence in order to start a little small talk just before bed. Hades was always a gentleman and he gave Persephone the luxury of having sleeping clothes. Of course there wasn’t a lot Persephone could do with her arms tied to her back so Hades would help her undress and dress up again. As he undressed her she slowly leaned closer to him in a seductive way and said,
“So, you really do love me, uh? No kidding?”, she tried her best to sound smooth. She had never had the necessity of using her womanly charms but in this case she was desperate and not one to try and hold on to useless pride.
“Yes I do.” He responded truthfully.
“That’s pretty sweet of you. You know, I never noticed you’ve been pretty nice to me. Actually, I’ve never been treated so nicely in my life,” she smiled as genuinely as she could hoping she wouldn’t notice her bluff.
“Really? Well that’s nuts. A beautiful girl like yourself should be pampered like she deserves it,” he was obviously oblivious of persephone’s true intentions. He might have looked calm and reserved but he was a desperate man. A man who only saw what he wanted to see.
“You really think so?”
“Of course I do,”
For an instant there Persephone herself felt being drawn into her own acting. She had never been loved to the point of insanity before and it wasn’t like she ever hoped she ever would but still, it was still somewhat flattering. She shook useless thoughts out of her head and her pride flew out the window as she slowly approached Hades. For one, Hades had seen her half naked body before when he helped change into her sleeping clothes and he had never approached her in “that way”. As crazy as he was he still loved and did not wish to take advantage of her body, but she wasn’t thinking the same thing at the moment. Persephone was sure Hades longed for her body and she was willing to give it to him as long as it meant catching him off guard and giving her the opportunity to escape. One part of her was terrified, she never thought in her life she would be offering herself to a stranger the way she was at the moment; while another part of her was just desperate to go back home, to see her parents and to be free once more. She leaned over Hades and placed a forced kiss upon his lips which were tightly shut.
“What are you doing?” he asked rather softly.
“What do you mean?” responded Persephone. “I’m telling you I love you too. I’ve realized I have fallen for you. I had never been treated so nicely in my life and well I-“ Persephone stopped. She really didn’t know what else to say. She looked at the floor then she was startled by a sudden pressure around her body. Hades’s arms were delicately wrapped around her small body.
“Really? Persephone my love that makes me so happy! I love you! I love you so much!”
Persephone smiled worrily and waited a couple of minutes for Hades to calm down before she said.
“Do you think- Uhmm… Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course, my love”
This was it, she had him. All she needed to do now was play her cards right and she could find a way to get out.
“Honey. Is it ok if you untie my hands and my legs? You see, they are rather tight and they hurt.”
“Of course my love! You wont try to leave now, right?” he asked in a way in which it seemed he already knew the answer.
“Of course I wont,” responded Persephone. She smiled as much as she could, it was her mask.
“-Because if you ever left me, Persephone, I would find you again. I love you so much and I’ve always watched over you without you ever noticing me. I’ve loved you all this time but you never knew who I was. You seemed so lonely all by yourself. Not once did you agree to go out with any of the others who asked you out, that’s how I knew you were waiting for me. That’s how I knew we were meant for each other.”
“Of course we’re meant for each other, my dear,” she said and then sealed the deal by embracing Hades herself. She felt she could lose it any time but she kept herself calm with thoughts of freedom and the ones she loves.
“That’s why if you run away from me, I’ll always find you. I know everything about you, my love. There’s no one else in this world who loves you as much as I do”
“ I know,” she said and caressed Hades’ dark locks.
They parted from each other and Persephone followed Hades into his bedroom. Until now she had always slept in the living room and the couch had been her bed. Hades sat on his bed, a king sized mattress big enough for two people, and then motioned Persephone to it at which Persephone complied. She was shivering in fear and once she leaned close to Hades he became aware of it. He gave her a warm smile and said “Don’t worry hun. I won’t do you any harm. All I want us to do is sleep in each other’s arms”
“Ok,” she said with teary eyes and allowed herself to be held by the insane man who loved her. They laid on the bed in each others arms, Hades slept soundly as Persephone only watched him and waited for him to let her go but he never did. She stayed still in the beginning but as she grew inpatient she began attempting to squirm away from him only to fail. At the end she herself fell in a deep sleep unaware of her defeat.
#
The next morning came quickly and rays of light hit Persephone’s eyes and she jolted up. She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep. She looked to her left and saw no one. Hades was gone, only ruffled sheets and dirty clothes took his place. Persephone had her chance to escape now. Without a second thought she jumped out of the bed not bothering to change or put some shoes on. She tiptoed to the living room not before sneaking her head through the door in order to check if anyone was in there. Then she moved to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the kitchen table. It seemed as though someone had cooked something earlier on since the knife was right next to a cutting board that had little pieces of what seemed to be tomatoes on it. Persephone didn’t take notice of this and headed to the last door to her left, the door to the outside. She tried to open it only to discover it was locked then in a desperate attempt to open it she threw her whole body into it only to fail. After a few attempts she finally gave up and ran to the nearest window she could find. F course the window would be closed and locked but what was there to prevent her from breaking the window? Nothing. So she lifted her right leg and shoved it right into the glass window. At first it only made a slight dent but after a couple of kicks more it finally cracked open. Her leg was bleeding but she was happy she had made herself an opening. The opening was barely big enough for her to fit through it and she scraped her skin with broken glass a couple of time but she didn’t mind. She was free now. She ran out as fast as her legs would let her. She held on to her dear life as she ran. Her life flashed right in front of her eyes and she felt so dizzy with joy and horror that she was at the border of breaking up and vomiting, but she didn’t. She ran out the window, through the forest and deep inside it until her legs gave up on her. Then she fell down to her knees clasping on to her chest. Her lungs stung and burned with such intensity it seemed as though there was nowhere to get away from the pain. But it was worth it, she was free now.
#
Meanwhile, her parents had caused quite a commotion back in town. They had used every single penny they owned in means of search for their daughter. Not only the town knew of the wealthy families tragedy, but the whole state. They had sent thousands of search missions all round the state. One in every corner they thought their daughter would be. It was only a matter of time before the authorities found Persephone out in the woods. She was able to see her parents once again and to live free again but she could never forget the time she spent in captivity and the man who loved her. She tried to live, enjoy as much of her life in the outside as she could because it was temporal. She knew she would have to come back to him at the end of the year. She knew Hades would come back and take her away once again
#
Suddenly she felt movement around her. She jolted up in response and her body lost control. She began shaking tremendously in fear of what was to come. She could feel warm water dripping from her eyes. A whimper or two escaped from her mouth as she tried to undo the knots around her hands. She was terrified and helpless. Then she heard footsteps becoming louder and louder until they stopped and were followed by a deep, serious voice.
“I see you’re awake my love,” said the voice with content then continued.
“I hope you had a nice sleep while I was away.”
By the sound of it it seemed as though it was the voice of a man. Persephone struggled and stretched her limbs attempting to release herself from her restraints.
“You mustn’t struggle too much honey. You might hurt yourself.” Were the words that came before Persephone felt a firm clasp on her shoulders. Powerful hands attempted to hold her down and she ceased moving. The pain in her shoulders made her horrified but she gathered all of herself in order to stay still. She didn’t know what this man was capable of and she sure as hell didn’t want to find out.
“That’s better!” he said. “That wasn’t hard, now was it? I hope I didn’t startle you. I don’t mean you any harm Persephone my dear. I just thought it would be a nice idea to have you live with me for a little while. I assumed you could use the attention I can give you. It must be hard being the daughter of the all powerful Zeus and Demeter, you know? You seemed lonely last time I saw you. I’ve always watched over you and I don’t wish to see you sad,”
What the hell is this creep talking about?, screamed Persephone in her head. This man was obviously crazy, who would kidnap someone they loved?.
“Now, if you promise to behave I’ll take off the blind folds, ok?” said the voice.
Persephone complied. She stood still and closed her mouth as tightly as she could as to prevent herself from unconsciously screaming in fear. It was better for her not to be blind folded anymore than to stay unaware of what was going around her. She wanted to know at least how the man in front of her looked.
He said “Good girl,” and then he removed the piece of cloth around Persephone’s eyes. She was blinded by the bright light that suddenly hit her eyes and as the blur in front of her became more and more clear the blob in front of her began to take the form of a man. When Persephone’s sight was completely regained she was surprised to see a rater handsome man in front of her. He was tall and thin with rather light skin but his hair was a dark brown that gave a nice contrast to his complexion. This man looked like the kind of man that could have charmed Persephone had she met him previously, but Persephone was not thinking about it at the moment. Her mind was already preoccupied with anger and thoughts of murder, she condemned this man for taking her away from her home, and taking away her freedom. Her eyes were watery with rage but the eyes in front of her only showed love.
“That’s much better,” he said then gave Persephone a kiss in the forehead at which she jolted away from and walked off leaving her by herself.
“My name is Hades, by the way.” He added but Persephone couldn’t care less about his name. A few hours passed and then he returned with a bowl of what seemed to be soup and put it in front of Persephone. He gestured Persephone towards the bowl and told her to eat but she only stared at him with defiant eyes and refused to comply to his request then she said,
“Hades, Why are you doing this to me?”
“I told you already, I love you,”
“That’s not it! You’re crazy!”
“I love you”
“You must want something from me, from my parents or from someone else. Tell me what do you want,”
“I want nothing more than to spend some time with you, my love,”
“That’s crazy!”
“I love you, please eat your food,”
#
Hades took good care of Persephone, he gave her three meals a day and gave her fresh clothes. After a while he even let her take showers in his bathroom. Of course when this happened the bathroom was locked with Persephone inside and it would only be opened when Persephone signaled by tapping the door. There weren’t any windows in the bathroom so there was no chance for Persephone to escape. Even so, Persephone wouldn’t give into the idea of being captivated all her life, she still hoped to get out. She had to find a way to get out, any slight chance she could get.
#
Days were longer than they used to while Persephone’s was held captive. Hades spent every minute with Persephone, he kept saying that he did it because he wanted to spend some quality time with Persephone but she knew that was a lie. She knew he was making sure she wouldn’t leave; she also knew the only way for her to get out of that place was killing that man. She figured she would have to use this man’s feelings for her in her advantage in order to get out. She thought about it for a number of days, her captor started to notice her presence becoming more silent than usual but he didn’t think much of it, maybe she finally accepted her fate as my bride, he thought. This incidentally made the man happier, something that Persephone herself noticed and that also worked to her advantage.
#
One night just before Hades went to sleep Persephone finally broke out of her silence in order to start a little small talk just before bed. Hades was always a gentleman and he gave Persephone the luxury of having sleeping clothes. Of course there wasn’t a lot Persephone could do with her arms tied to her back so Hades would help her undress and dress up again. As he undressed her she slowly leaned closer to him in a seductive way and said,
“So, you really do love me, uh? No kidding?”, she tried her best to sound smooth. She had never had the necessity of using her womanly charms but in this case she was desperate and not one to try and hold on to useless pride.
“Yes I do.” He responded truthfully.
“That’s pretty sweet of you. You know, I never noticed you’ve been pretty nice to me. Actually, I’ve never been treated so nicely in my life,” she smiled as genuinely as she could hoping she wouldn’t notice her bluff.
“Really? Well that’s nuts. A beautiful girl like yourself should be pampered like she deserves it,” he was obviously oblivious of persephone’s true intentions. He might have looked calm and reserved but he was a desperate man. A man who only saw what he wanted to see.
“You really think so?”
“Of course I do,”
For an instant there Persephone herself felt being drawn into her own acting. She had never been loved to the point of insanity before and it wasn’t like she ever hoped she ever would but still, it was still somewhat flattering. She shook useless thoughts out of her head and her pride flew out the window as she slowly approached Hades. For one, Hades had seen her half naked body before when he helped change into her sleeping clothes and he had never approached her in “that way”. As crazy as he was he still loved and did not wish to take advantage of her body, but she wasn’t thinking the same thing at the moment. Persephone was sure Hades longed for her body and she was willing to give it to him as long as it meant catching him off guard and giving her the opportunity to escape. One part of her was terrified, she never thought in her life she would be offering herself to a stranger the way she was at the moment; while another part of her was just desperate to go back home, to see her parents and to be free once more. She leaned over Hades and placed a forced kiss upon his lips which were tightly shut.
“What are you doing?” he asked rather softly.
“What do you mean?” responded Persephone. “I’m telling you I love you too. I’ve realized I have fallen for you. I had never been treated so nicely in my life and well I-“ Persephone stopped. She really didn’t know what else to say. She looked at the floor then she was startled by a sudden pressure around her body. Hades’s arms were delicately wrapped around her small body.
“Really? Persephone my love that makes me so happy! I love you! I love you so much!”
Persephone smiled worrily and waited a couple of minutes for Hades to calm down before she said.
“Do you think- Uhmm… Is it ok if I sleep with you tonight?”
“Of course, my love”
This was it, she had him. All she needed to do now was play her cards right and she could find a way to get out.
“Honey. Is it ok if you untie my hands and my legs? You see, they are rather tight and they hurt.”
“Of course my love! You wont try to leave now, right?” he asked in a way in which it seemed he already knew the answer.
“Of course I wont,” responded Persephone. She smiled as much as she could, it was her mask.
“-Because if you ever left me, Persephone, I would find you again. I love you so much and I’ve always watched over you without you ever noticing me. I’ve loved you all this time but you never knew who I was. You seemed so lonely all by yourself. Not once did you agree to go out with any of the others who asked you out, that’s how I knew you were waiting for me. That’s how I knew we were meant for each other.”
“Of course we’re meant for each other, my dear,” she said and then sealed the deal by embracing Hades herself. She felt she could lose it any time but she kept herself calm with thoughts of freedom and the ones she loves.
“That’s why if you run away from me, I’ll always find you. I know everything about you, my love. There’s no one else in this world who loves you as much as I do”
“ I know,” she said and caressed Hades’ dark locks.
They parted from each other and Persephone followed Hades into his bedroom. Until now she had always slept in the living room and the couch had been her bed. Hades sat on his bed, a king sized mattress big enough for two people, and then motioned Persephone to it at which Persephone complied. She was shivering in fear and once she leaned close to Hades he became aware of it. He gave her a warm smile and said “Don’t worry hun. I won’t do you any harm. All I want us to do is sleep in each other’s arms”
“Ok,” she said with teary eyes and allowed herself to be held by the insane man who loved her. They laid on the bed in each others arms, Hades slept soundly as Persephone only watched him and waited for him to let her go but he never did. She stayed still in the beginning but as she grew inpatient she began attempting to squirm away from him only to fail. At the end she herself fell in a deep sleep unaware of her defeat.
#
The next morning came quickly and rays of light hit Persephone’s eyes and she jolted up. She couldn’t believe she had fallen asleep. She looked to her left and saw no one. Hades was gone, only ruffled sheets and dirty clothes took his place. Persephone had her chance to escape now. Without a second thought she jumped out of the bed not bothering to change or put some shoes on. She tiptoed to the living room not before sneaking her head through the door in order to check if anyone was in there. Then she moved to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the kitchen table. It seemed as though someone had cooked something earlier on since the knife was right next to a cutting board that had little pieces of what seemed to be tomatoes on it. Persephone didn’t take notice of this and headed to the last door to her left, the door to the outside. She tried to open it only to discover it was locked then in a desperate attempt to open it she threw her whole body into it only to fail. After a few attempts she finally gave up and ran to the nearest window she could find. F course the window would be closed and locked but what was there to prevent her from breaking the window? Nothing. So she lifted her right leg and shoved it right into the glass window. At first it only made a slight dent but after a couple of kicks more it finally cracked open. Her leg was bleeding but she was happy she had made herself an opening. The opening was barely big enough for her to fit through it and she scraped her skin with broken glass a couple of time but she didn’t mind. She was free now. She ran out as fast as her legs would let her. She held on to her dear life as she ran. Her life flashed right in front of her eyes and she felt so dizzy with joy and horror that she was at the border of breaking up and vomiting, but she didn’t. She ran out the window, through the forest and deep inside it until her legs gave up on her. Then she fell down to her knees clasping on to her chest. Her lungs stung and burned with such intensity it seemed as though there was nowhere to get away from the pain. But it was worth it, she was free now.
#
Meanwhile, her parents had caused quite a commotion back in town. They had used every single penny they owned in means of search for their daughter. Not only the town knew of the wealthy families tragedy, but the whole state. They had sent thousands of search missions all round the state. One in every corner they thought their daughter would be. It was only a matter of time before the authorities found Persephone out in the woods. She was able to see her parents once again and to live free again but she could never forget the time she spent in captivity and the man who loved her. She tried to live, enjoy as much of her life in the outside as she could because it was temporal. She knew she would have to come back to him at the end of the year. She knew Hades would come back and take her away once again
Beach House
There it was, the beach house of my dreams.
As a last attempt to make everything right, me, Cherry and the kids decided to go on a family trip to this beach house. We had a couple of rich friends that lived the good life, that is how we got the great chance of experiencing a beach house. Those bastards, not only do they not have a care in the world but they also get a nice relaxing place right in front of the beach where they can relax even more. My mind had become a chaos of unnecessary thoughts, suddenly it seemed as though every insignificant problem had become greater and for some reason I came to a point in which it had become unbearable. It started simple; one day I didn’t have enough money to buy myself a snack, next thing I knew I didn’t have enough money to pay for our groceries. Then the day came in which I couldn’t even pay for the rent, then my loans and then everything became a living hell.
Cherry thought it would be a good idea to leave the house to get away from our problems. We had to take the kids with us since they could also use a little time off. And that’s how we ended up in a fancy-ass beach house. We must have driven at least two hours into the east to find the house. It was a long trip for me and the kids but it all became worth it once we got the first sight of that beauty behind the trees. As I slowly got out of the car I got a good glance of what was going to become our new house for the next week. It was made of wood and painted white, old enough that you cold see the white paint coming off of the wooden walls. The children rushed past me as I entered the house after several attempts to open it with the key Cherry’s friend had given us. It looked a bit dirty from the outside but once we stepped in it because a whole different picture. There was fancy furniture and fancy things all over the house. It felt strange walking around something so clean and so new. There were silk drapes adorning every window and I wondered how much they must have cost; I’m no tailor but even I know silk is one hell of an expensive fabric. Then, as me and Cherry walked to what was going to become our rooms we noticed a huge kitchen that seemed ready to be used. The kids came across a huge fridge and one of them quickly opened the door hoping there was food but there wasn’t any. And if there had been any, I’m pretty sure it would have been rotten by now; god knows, it seemed as though this house had been unoccupied for a quite a while now. We moved on to our rooms and man was that a sight! There were only two rooms, one for us and one for the kids. Our room was enormous, silk drapes and everything. In the middle there stood a king sized bed so tidy that it made me wonder if anyone had ever even slept in it. The kids screamed as soon as they entered their room. There was a pair of twin beds, one for each. The kids launched themselves into their respective beds, they had always shared one bed and the opportunity of finally sleeping alone made their hearts explode. Clair, the youngest girl took the bad in the right while Max, her older brother took the one in the left.
Cherry sat on the bed, carefully trying not to mess it up as if someone was going to come check on it later. I just walked to the biggest window I could find only to come across a balcony that led to the beach. This is just like in the movies, I thought to myself as I let the breeze wash over me like a wave, I took a deep breath and for a couple of seconds I felt as though everything was going to be alright.
The following days felt like the dream we’ve always deserved. Our days were filled with joy and we didn’t have a care in the world. Me and Cherry would sit in the balcony as we watched our kids play in the beach during the day and by night, we would all come inside and Cherry would make one of her famous quick dinners. I tried to enjoy myself as much as I possibly could but I still carried the worries on my head. They were like spirits that kept my mind from resting, I hated it but there was nothing I could do. I didn’t want to ruin anybody’s fun not even my own, but it was difficult. In the times in which I would finally get rid of my worries my mind would eventually go back to them, it was as though I couldn’t run away from them.
One night, as Cherry cooked dinner, me and the kids sat together in the table and they told me about all the wonderful adventures they had at the beach. Max did most of the talking while Clair only nodded and agreed with her brother’s stories.
“-and we saw a huge crab! The biggest crab I had ever seen!” screamed the older boy as he spread his arms signaling the size of said crab.
“Yes, daddy! It attacked me as soon as it saw me! It was an evil crab! It wanted to kill me,” added my girl and I laughed. It was the cutest thing I had ever heard.
“Really?” I said in disbelief.
“Yes!” they said in unison.
“Dad doesn’t know! I bet he has never even seen a REAL crab before!” said Max. “I bet he’s never even gone to the beach before us”
“Are we really that poor?” asked the younger one. I felt concern in her voice.
“Of course not, sweetheart! You’re brother is just being stupid!” I said trying to cheer her up. I tried not to think too much about it myself, perhaps it was true. Maybe we were that poor.
“Dad, did you ever go to the beach when you were little?”, the youngest of the two asked me. For a while there I thought that was one silly question, the kind only kids ask.
“Why, yes I have, sweetie,” I responded.
“Did you find any giant crabs like we did?”
“No, honey. I didn’t,”
Because of that insignificant comment I remembered my first trip to the beach. It was one day of summer when my parents decided to take me and my brothers to the beach near by. I was so excited that day, I was only 7 years old and had never gone to the beach before since my parents had never found the time or the money to take us. They were just as poor as me and Cherry are but they saved enough money and found a free day to take us for a nice trip. The most significant memory of that day was that of the beach side when I encountered for the first time. It seemed magical. There was so much water my little kid mind couldn’t comprehend it. It scared me at the time, a possibility that the world might be drowning crossed through my mind but I didn’t tell my brothers because I knew they would mock me for it. Instead I told my father and he only laughed. “come on boy! That’s just the sea” , he told me. He might have said that but I still saw that place as unbelievable, there was just so many new things around me at the time I felt as though I was in an alien planet. Even the air was strange, with every breath I could taste the salt of the sea. The sand and the rocks in the shore were completely different from anything I had seen before. I felt happy at that place, as if nothing mattered but me at the time(of course there were a lot more people around me but I didn’t care). I began to jump around and daydream of strange new worlds. I pretended I was exploring an alien planet and I walked around the beach with great caution. Examined the dark rocks and the many creatures caught between their ridges. The shells, the clams and the anemones, they were alien species that I had only heard of in books. And then it hit me, what I was going through at the time and what was going with my kids. And suddenly all my problems seemed to had been downgraded. It didn’t matter to me the hassles I had to go through in order to pay my bills because as long as I could my children could be happy as they are today. It never occurred to me that my life was no longer my own but it was theirs as well. I lived to see their smiles and in order to protect what it is they hold dear and by god I wasn’t going down without a fight. I was such a selfish prick for not even noticing this before, but it’s all good now.
After we had dinner I took Cherry’s place and took the kids to bed. They tried their best to stay awake so that they could continue telling me stories of their adventures, but their little bodies were exhausted from all the playing they did during the day. First, I tucked Max in, he still had his favorite action figure tightly grasped in his tiny arms. I made no attempt to take it from him and covered them both with the blanket. I kissed him goodnight and then moved on to my little girl. She was just about to fall asleep, she was trying her best to keep her eyes open as to catch every glimpse of her dad. I lifted the warm blanket over her small body and kissed her forehead before she said,
“Daddy?”
“Yes sweetie?”
“We’ll come back to the beach next summer, wont we?”
“Yes we will.”
“You promise?”
“Yes I do. Now go to sleep.”
“Ok. Goodnight dad, I love you”
“Me too. Sweet dreams”
And I left with a promise of a better tomorrow.
I never
“Push honey, push!”
Get out of here! Get out of my body you stupid thing! Get out!
“You’re almost there! Just a little bit more”
Yes, yes! Oh god, I think I might pass out from the pain. Must push! Push!
“Almost!”
Ah! Yes.
“That’s it! Well done,”
Is it really over now? Thanks god.
“Now you must go rest a bit. We have already given you sedatives. You’ll be asleep in no time.”
Like a dream, it’s all over. Just the way it started it was going to end.
It all started with one night. One stupid decision I made. And I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, because honestly, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I didn’t know what kind of man I was getting involved with either. It doesn’t matter anymore. He was gone as fast as he had come to me. He didn’t believe me when I told him about my pregnancy. Of course he didn’t, he had a family to take care of and if his wife ever found out that he had slept with a girl, a sixteen year old girl she would flip. He himself had an eighteen year old daughter of his own, and another on the way.
When that happened, he just ignored everything, even the golden ring on his left hand. I did too. And for one night he only cared about me and I felt the same way about him. But it all turned to ashes as soon as the next morning came by.
It was a bit hard for me at first, but you can’t really get heart broken for a person you only knew for such a short period of time. How I met him and what had happen didn’t matter anymore, not until that same thing threatened my future. I was oblivious at first, it only hit me after I started cramping for no apparent reason. For a while there I didn’t know what it was, I assumed my period was on its way but it never came. Then it got worse, my body changed and I suddenly felt as though I was living in the body of a stranger. It was then when I opened my eyes and faced the truth.
I had done it; the worst thing you could do to your own family. I had never been especially fond of my family but for some odd reason I felt guilty. I still don’t get it, I hated all of them. Perhaps I felt bad because of my mother. She had always told us of the great things she saw in me and my sister. She saw doctors, lawyers, professors and just about any other high position she could think of. She saw no limits in our way, we were young and studied and we could be anything we wanted to. I was supposed to set a example for my sister, and look at me now. I prayed each and everyday so that I could die, or even better, that just the thing inside me would die. I felt as though everything was being taken from me by this existence inside. I didn’t know it, how it looked, what it felt like or even what it was but somehow I was already hating it.
And then that day came. And after all of the pain, the tears, the silence, the violence, the denial, and the injustice…
…There it was.
This little being not bigger than my thumb as if part of a cruel joke. This lifeless being, what had been inside me all along was nothing. Now I had nothing to worry about. I could move on with my life and nothing would change. I would still go to school only to pass the time. I would see other guys and give myself to them. I would finally be able to smoke the cigarettes I so missed. And no one but me and my mother would know of my mistake. Not even him.
For some reason all of this didn’t matter to me anymore. As I saw that little being across the room in I had suddenly realized my sin. I never stopped to think “what if”. What if I hadn’t killed you off, baby? What kind of person would you have become. Maybe you could have been the one who kept me company. The one who gave me uncondicional love. I could have finally had a reason to try and live for once. I could have done it for you. We could have been together. We could have done so much more.
It’s too late for this now. There I was, the same as I had been before, and there was the something that could have changed my entire life.
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