The struggle of being a twin flame with malevolence.
I will publish this story in parts, hopefully, it's not too much trouble if so message me and I'll finish it up and publish the whole thing. thanks for devoting a bit of your time to my story!d
"Have you ever loved?" She asks the slender figurer next to her bed. "Well, have you?" he doesn't move, even his cheast is completely still. As if he wasn't breathing."Yeah,I have." his deep voice cutting through the deafening nothingness of the room.
"So you have, did you get hurt then?"
She knows better than to ask such questions, still she just can't help herself.
"Yeah, I did" he's not lying. When love ends it always hurts. "Would you ever try again? To have love?"
"Your pushing it little lady!"
It felt like a lightning bolt went through her body, like her whole system was glitching.
"will you try again?" Now like a dog with a bone she clings to the question "will you?, will you try again?!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH! Let me ask you a question, why are you so fascinated with my love life?"
He looked so sharp and strong. The complete reverse of her. In her eyes, he could just as well have been a demi-god, here only to keep her company in her final moments.
"Because I have loved, and keep loving and can never escape love. Would you say that's a blessing or a curse?".
"I'd say its stupid!".
The chains on her arms, legs, and neck are heavy. she use to have the strength to carry them but nowadays they have been more than she can handle.
"stupid you say, maybe foolish but not stupid."
She hasn't seen daylight for a week, every hour on the hour he comes back to check on her or to take another piece of her. Last week he wanted her eyes.
"No, it's stupid. Just look at you!"
He comes back every hour on the hour.
So it must be time soon for him to leave again.
"Is my broken body to much for you to handle? Do you have the ability for empathy all of a sudden?" her questions are bolder now that she feels her end drawing closer.
"Empathy?, No I don't concern myself with such things. I'll be back"
"I'll be waiting"
When he's not here, she can barely be sure she's even real. All she longs for is the sound of her bed creaking in the corner and his deep voice. She lies there just waiting. Is he gonna take or check? Eight times it's been take. He took her hair, nails, hands, knees, feet, ribs, uterus and eyes. However eighty-one times its been check, nothing more than a nice conversation. Something she wanted before he ever knew her name. What a pity, that her wish would come true like this.
There it was! The creak of the bed and then that calming voice."Are you ready, amilia?" so then this time its take, he only calls her by name when it's take.
"What part of me will you have next?"
"Your toung"
"Well then, did my words become to much for you?"
"Do you wish those to be your last words?!"
He wasn't angry, but he did sound odd. as if he felt fear. No not fear. It's the sound of envy.
"Why are you smiling amilia?"
"Can't you see im crying?"
Her tears mix with blood as they stream down her bright red cheeks and on to the cheap mattress. But he wasn't wrong, she was smiling. It's her last chance to know or at least to ask.
" will you? Will you ever love again?" He finally understood, she hadn't fallen prey to him. He was the prey and she had won. She had been watching him. Sense they were little.
They use to live on the same cul-de-sac. He never played with the other kids. If that was because he didn't want to or if they didn't, she never knew. But once she saw him she had fallen in love. She use to spend her days stalking him, but he of course never really noticed.
He would be completely absorbed in whatever experiment he had at the time. Like when he was 14. He had found a baby kitten left to die by its family. He looked unbothered by the malnourished feline. He was just staring at it. He must have watched it for about 20 minutes before he picked it up. he brought the kitten with him, probably to nurse it back from its half-dead state. She was curious, more so now than usual. Because kind acts was never something she had seen from the boy.
A new side of him maybe.
Short story by Sipora
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Written on 2019-02-19 at 13:04
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I will publish this story in parts, hopefully, it's not too much trouble if so message me and I'll finish it up and publish the whole thing. thanks for devoting a bit of your time to my story!d
When my time comes - Part 1
"Have you ever loved?" She asks the slender figurer next to her bed. "Well, have you?" he doesn't move, even his cheast is completely still. As if he wasn't breathing."Yeah,I have." his deep voice cutting through the deafening nothingness of the room.
"So you have, did you get hurt then?"
She knows better than to ask such questions, still she just can't help herself.
"Yeah, I did" he's not lying. When love ends it always hurts. "Would you ever try again? To have love?"
"Your pushing it little lady!"
It felt like a lightning bolt went through her body, like her whole system was glitching.
"will you try again?" Now like a dog with a bone she clings to the question "will you?, will you try again?!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH! Let me ask you a question, why are you so fascinated with my love life?"
He looked so sharp and strong. The complete reverse of her. In her eyes, he could just as well have been a demi-god, here only to keep her company in her final moments.
"Because I have loved, and keep loving and can never escape love. Would you say that's a blessing or a curse?".
"I'd say its stupid!".
The chains on her arms, legs, and neck are heavy. she use to have the strength to carry them but nowadays they have been more than she can handle.
"stupid you say, maybe foolish but not stupid."
She hasn't seen daylight for a week, every hour on the hour he comes back to check on her or to take another piece of her. Last week he wanted her eyes.
"No, it's stupid. Just look at you!"
He comes back every hour on the hour.
So it must be time soon for him to leave again.
"Is my broken body to much for you to handle? Do you have the ability for empathy all of a sudden?" her questions are bolder now that she feels her end drawing closer.
"Empathy?, No I don't concern myself with such things. I'll be back"
"I'll be waiting"
When he's not here, she can barely be sure she's even real. All she longs for is the sound of her bed creaking in the corner and his deep voice. She lies there just waiting. Is he gonna take or check? Eight times it's been take. He took her hair, nails, hands, knees, feet, ribs, uterus and eyes. However eighty-one times its been check, nothing more than a nice conversation. Something she wanted before he ever knew her name. What a pity, that her wish would come true like this.
There it was! The creak of the bed and then that calming voice."Are you ready, amilia?" so then this time its take, he only calls her by name when it's take.
"What part of me will you have next?"
"Your toung"
"Well then, did my words become to much for you?"
"Do you wish those to be your last words?!"
He wasn't angry, but he did sound odd. as if he felt fear. No not fear. It's the sound of envy.
"Why are you smiling amilia?"
"Can't you see im crying?"
Her tears mix with blood as they stream down her bright red cheeks and on to the cheap mattress. But he wasn't wrong, she was smiling. It's her last chance to know or at least to ask.
" will you? Will you ever love again?" He finally understood, she hadn't fallen prey to him. He was the prey and she had won. She had been watching him. Sense they were little.
They use to live on the same cul-de-sac. He never played with the other kids. If that was because he didn't want to or if they didn't, she never knew. But once she saw him she had fallen in love. She use to spend her days stalking him, but he of course never really noticed.
He would be completely absorbed in whatever experiment he had at the time. Like when he was 14. He had found a baby kitten left to die by its family. He looked unbothered by the malnourished feline. He was just staring at it. He must have watched it for about 20 minutes before he picked it up. he brought the kitten with him, probably to nurse it back from its half-dead state. She was curious, more so now than usual. Because kind acts was never something she had seen from the boy.
A new side of him maybe.
Short story by Sipora
Read 649 times
Written on 2019-02-19 at 13:04
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