i'm inside out, you're underneath {annabelle series}
Jan 4, 2017 14:22:19 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 4, 2017 14:22:19 GMT -5
I'M A GONER, SOMEBODY CATCH MY BREATH
ANNABELLE MORTUUS
I WANNA BE KNOWN BY YOU, I WANNA BEHer words burn holes into my chest. "I thought gods weren't supposed to be weak," Hyacinth says, standing her ground until and kindling her fire the very end. But her voice, usually so steady, betrays her. It was always so calm and reassuring, even when the situation had gone awry. But now there are slight tremors in her words, and that is when I know she is fading.
"Hold on Hyacinth, please," I pray under my breath, but she can't hear my words where she is.
Her voice is weakened and her body is gradually deteriorating beneath the blades of Ansgar Todd, but her spirit never once wavers. That's my Hyacinth, our Hyacinth — she would never let anyone break her. I would have smiled at her strength if my face wasn't frozen in a mask of despair, if there weren't saltwater tears stinging the cracks in my lips.
There is too much red painted on the ground, too much blood on Hyacinth's flesh and not enough on Ansgar's. I have always hated the color red — it is too bright, too garish, and it reeks of cut open corpses and dead hearts. If I could turn away from the screen, I would, but something holds me there, glues my gaze onto Hyacinth. It is as if there is an outside force coercing me into trailing my eyes along her tattered armor, the gruesome burns and oozing gashes that mar her skin . . . and the shallow, half-hearted heave of her sides.
Ansgar's mouth moves, but I hear no words coming out of them — I've blocked it all out, unable to focus on anything but Hyacinth Hyacinth Hyacinth. It's like I can see her disappearing, growing fainter and fainter as more blood trickles into pools on the ground. Please Hyacinth come on — But I do hear the last words Hyacinth ever does, "In the end, though, all fires fall to ashes."
NO —
The knife flies anyway.
And then she is gone. So am I.
A void convulses. And just like that, before I have time to react or catch my breath, it spills over, pouring out around me into a flood until I am engulfed in its darkness, drowning. I saw it coming long ago, saw its shadow in the corner peering out at my with its empty eyes right into my core and my soul. But I ignored it, I turned my head away from Death and now here he comes, ready at last to steal what I love most. Death likes to draw out the hunt, I think — that is why it took him to long to take Hyacinth away.
When her final breath drains from her lungs, my body splits into two against the anguish that tears through me, pooling in my chest and then surging to the rest of me in a black wave. My tears, and the darkness, too, are what ultimately become my undoing. They drown me, squeeze every last bit of breath and light from my body, until all that is left is an empty shell. And once my head is plunged under the current, I do not resurface. My pain is the air around me, but it feels like tar, a thick, dark substance clinging to every part of me. There is no escape, and if there is, my bones are too heavy with stone to fight for it.
Agony is a cage.
("If you can’t do that, then you can explain to my family why they deserve to suffer.")
Maybe we do, in Ansgar's eyes, in his god's eyes. (Even I have killed before, many of us have.) But I know nothing of Ripred; I only know the sun and the air and the stars and the universe, that somehow we and everything around us came along one day and now we are here to stay. Ripred does not explain why things happen, why the sun rises in the morning and sets in the afternoon, why we are born and then we die . . . why everything, someday, will fade away completely. My faith will never rest in him; it belongs soley to my family — Hyacinth Avery Olive Crimson Eirlys Ridley Raisa Sin. Only we, in the end, can ensure each other's survival.
Ripred is not my god; his punishments are not mine to receive, nor are they Hyacinth's. But her death came anyway, and now it's our turn to suffer.
I scream into the blackness.
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