꧁ Short Stories ꧂

Blooming pain

You're standing here. On the edge of the cliff, only wearing socks and a coat above your underwear. The wind swirls around you and lets your hair fly in your face. Your eyes are fixed on his face, as if you could make him disappear like that. But there he stands, with a huge smile on his face, a gun in his left hand, the right hand pointed at you. Your Enemy, the one who destroyed your whole life in just a few seconds, using only his bare hands.

The heavy clouds are coming closer, hiding the sun and making you shiver. The harbingers of a storm that is about to come. He laughs as he watches you trying to find a way out of this hopeless situation, the sea underneath you, the edge of the cliff just inches from your heels. He laughs, because he is a sadist. He laughs because he enjoys seeing you like this. Your body shaking from the cold, every inch of yours burning in pain, the eyes tired, looking helpless. Alone with no one to protect you this time.

But as he proceeds to come closer, you realize that there is nothing that would hold you back. Nothing that would make you regret jumping. His spiteful smirk makes you mad, it shows you that he knows that it's over. That the only way to survive is to give up. Become his pet, his toy to play with. To let him break you until you are perfect for his disgusting sense of Beauty.

But again, why are you not jumping? Is it the memories? The graves that are waiting for flowers and someone who cares for them? The friends who are actually just Marionettes in his psychopathic game? The hope for a happy ending? You realize it's nothing. No one would be sad, because everyone who meant something to you is dead by now.

You shake your head, a grin slowly forms on your face. Now you are the one laughing. A crazy laugh, that shakes your body while silent tears are streaming down your bruised and dirty cheeks. Your enemy's brows rise in confusion, he doesn't understand that his masterplan failed. Doesn't understand that you are too broken by now to be formed anymore. Too wrecked to waste one last thought about living. So you take a step back. And now you don't feel the hard ground under your shoes anymore. Still with the smile on your face, you fall, your eyes closed. You are finally free now. Not thinking about him anymore.

But your deaf ears can't hear his scream. Can't hear the waves that are crushing against the cold, wet and deadly rocks. A rough Beauty that soon will be tainted with blood and your lifeless body. Can't hear your body crush as you finally hit the wild, grey sea. A last time you open your eyes before your damaged soul finally leaves this earth. You see his face, in shook, he looks down on you, a single tear running down his face. He never thought you would go this far to escape his clutches, never realized that he went too far, and you didn't just act out the sadness and grief, not until now. His lips form the three words that your ears can't hear, but you can see them moving as he, silently crying, says: „I am sorry."

And you finally got what you dreamed of for the last 3 years. Peace. An apology no matter how little, and whether it was too late. You got one and that's all that counts.

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