The Shadows (OPEN)
May 1, 2015 16:43:10 GMT -5
Post by Joan on May 1, 2015 16:43:10 GMT -5
: The Shadows :
: Gemma Singularis : 16 : District 12 :
I had buried him nearby to where daddy himself was laying, worms probably had already eaten him, maybe his bones were everything that left, his shattered bones. They were an unsolved puzzle to not be solved after all these years. I had cried so much doing what I did to my beloved James. I had not eaten for days and I would collapse of exhaustion as I sat on his lap admiring his cold, frozen, dead eyes. In the end I had to drag myself in search of a piece of bread (monster), could have been anything, before I died of starvation. I had been about to repeat the tedious process with my beloved James, however I couldn’t help myself but not do it. Instead I had waited for the darkest of night, when everybody was dead asleep. I had greeted the shadows (monster, monster) that wrapped my body and James’ as I had carried his heavy body; I had wrapped my shoulders with one of his arms. I bet we would have looked ridiculous, a scrawny girl walking while she dragged her lifetime love’s corpse. It’d be so much easier if he walked; I had been exhausted but the fact that he was unmoving, it made me feel so empty, and he was gone for good. It was my entire fault. Why did I do this to him?
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It had been crawling through my mind, the night’s silent was replaced my that constant hissing. I had buried him and scattered flowers and branches decorated with spring blossoms over his resting bed. The wind will probably get rid of it soon, before anybody sees it. What will his parents think? I don’t know. He kept it a secret, yes he did. He would never betray me by telling… I didn’t want to be noticed by others, not by even my beloved James’ loved ones, I am now his only loved one. Will always be. I remember looking at his eyes and seeing mirrors instead of his warm look. I loved him; I will always be; now he is a mirror. He must love me back now. Yet I hated the shadows, the shadows had taken me captive and caused this. I don’t want to talk; I’m obsessed with silence. I repent myself now that you are not there… James I miss you so much… So, so much… I looked at the flowers in the meadow, they were so dull tonight: they surround me. The shadows had toyed with me too many times… I hated the shadows… I want to be alone; I want to be with James.My knees buckled and I allowed myself to fall on my knees to the ground, not caring that the stones could slice my skin and the dirt and grass stain me, far worse things had disgraced my skin. I allowed my hands to snake their way to the other’s shoulder blade as I rolled backwards and to a side in a foetal position. My eyes watered as I started crying, I exhaled inaudible moans of anguish from my slightly parted red-stained lips as I continued to sink in misery. I closed my eyes and allowed the shadows to take me, maybe to James. I feel asleep.
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It had been crawling through my mind, the night’s silent was replaced my that constant hissing. I had buried him and scattered flowers and branches decorated with spring blossoms over his resting bed. The wind will probably get rid of it soon, before anybody sees it. What will his parents think? I don’t know. He kept it a secret, yes he did. He would never betray me by telling… I didn’t want to be noticed by others, not by even my beloved James’ loved ones, I am now his only loved one. Will always be. I remember looking at his eyes and seeing mirrors instead of his warm look. I loved him; I will always be; now he is a mirror. He must love me back now. Yet I hated the shadows, the shadows had taken me captive and caused this. I don’t want to talk; I’m obsessed with silence. I repent myself now that you are not there… James I miss you so much… So, so much… I looked at the flowers in the meadow, they were so dull tonight: they surround me. The shadows had toyed with me too many times… I hated the shadows… I want to be alone; I want to be with James.My knees buckled and I allowed myself to fall on my knees to the ground, not caring that the stones could slice my skin and the dirt and grass stain me, far worse things had disgraced my skin. I allowed my hands to snake their way to the other’s shoulder blade as I rolled backwards and to a side in a foetal position. My eyes watered as I started crying, I exhaled inaudible moans of anguish from my slightly parted red-stained lips as I continued to sink in misery. I closed my eyes and allowed the shadows to take me, maybe to James. I feel asleep.
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