A Song from Galileoh (ManxMan)

Prologue

Breathless.

A sentiment all-too-familiar to me.

Once again, I find myself running as fast as my over-exhausted body enabled me to. I was running away from the cage that kept my emotions at bay for years. From the constant humiliation of having everything you've ever wanted fall apart right in front of you. I ran past the broken table and shattered glass that mimicked my trust in the man chasing me; resembling a lamb running away from its prey.

The chase from the basement to the attic was everlasting, sorrow thawing at my chest with each step. His disdain tearing my being apart with every passing millisecond.

And he knew that.

"STOP FUCKING RUNNING!"

I ran as fast as I could, running past old photos and personal belongings that littered the floor of the house as if it had belonged to a hoarder, ignoring the dread and captivity I grew too familiar with in a place I once called my home.

I had wanted to do this without him finding out, not wanting him to know it was his fault. I did not wish for him to feel the remorse I felt every time his fiery amber irises locked with my lifeless grey ones.

But it was too late. He took notice of the trail of red liquid spurting down my wrists.

It was only a matter of time.

I mumbled my graces for arriving to the attic in one piece, slamming the door shut. With the ill strength I had left in me, I willed myself to shove my rusty bureau in front of the door to serve as a blocker. Knowing the appalling strength of the man running after me too well to underestimate.

I looked around the room and quickly pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I sank to the floor on the other side of the room, holding back the tears that would soon fall of their own accord.

Dear Delilah,

The tears began to stream out of my eyes as if on queue, cascading past the swollen and angry purple-in-color circles that surrounded them . I tried to write as fast as  I could, feeling my consciousness weaken by the minute. 

If you're reading this...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry because I've failed you.

I'm sorry because I was promised the moon and the stars, and was only given the eerie darkness of the night sky.

I was not capable enough to get myself---to get him---out of this situation. I was forced to burn with him in the dark .

I'm sorry, because I won't share my story with you. I won't be able to see you again.

But, you have to understand that this, whatever this was, became too much for me to handle.

I'm especially sorry because by the time you read this, my lifeline and I had finally given up.

The loud bang outside my door broke my train of thought, but I did as I had been doing for the past few years and ignored the man on the opposite side of the door. Indifferent towards his grotesque regards towards my honor.

It was for my own sake.

Although my safety would not be an issue in a matter of minutes.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR, GAL!"

His voice sent a current of fear and pleasure down my spine. It was deep and virile, a voice like that of a policeman with a resolve drowned in malice. It was raw and unadultered, just like the profanity that came out of him.