The Cruel Side of Hearts [COMPLETED]

Chapter 14: Bleeding In The Shadows

Here I am, standing on the altar that came to me in my vision. Here I am, preparing to die. Everything in this room is exactly how I seen it, apart from one detail- the writing cloud of darkness was replaced by a bleeding human heart.

The giant heart was floating,  chained to the pedestal, and impaled by a triad of swords- one perpendicular, and two crossed over with each other. Each sword went right through the organ. The heart itself was a disturbing sight to look at:

It was massive, with rich scarlet blood pouring out of each punctured wound. It seemed to be writhing, but the chains held it in a rigid grip. It was also clear to a commoner that these swords were the only thing that stopped the blood from gushing out, once they were removed, the heart would stop beating.

Seeing this terrifying sight, my own heart began to beat like a trapped bird in my chest. I slowly approached, placing my hand on the hilt of one of the swords. As soon as I did, a pleasant warm sensation blossomed through my body, coming out of my chest right down to my fingertips. With surprise, I yanked my hands from the hilt, seeing that they were covered in blood. The strange thing was that it was the blood that was beginning to sparkle a little, and the droplets that had fallen on the floor were turning into clear water.

As I touched the handle for a second time, a blinding light flashed before my eyes, and a faint smell of mint wafted into the air. The words I'd heard in my vision rang in my head, and I started to remember what I was here for.

The last time I touched the hilt, I did so with purpose. I took hold of the middle sword with both hands, and began to pull it out from that battered heart as forcefully as I could.

This time it was like lightning was coursing through my veins. My senses were raging thought every second of it. I could see It. But this time it wasn't intimidating.  I felt like It was getting some kind of bliss, from that Freedom I was finally bestowing into it. What I felt was the most incredible sensation. I felt both pain and joy at the same time, and to some extent a welcoming hollowness that flooded my mind. I felt victory, but I also felt sadness, and a tinge of fear about losing what I knew so well.

At this point, dear reader, I will pause. You may think this is the end, that my tale comes to an end. At that moment I thought so too, But unfortunately (or fortunately) it was only halfway there.

I remember those beautiful spasms that came over me as I pulled out those swords, and I remember the euphoric pains that were raging through my chest. I remember how I smiled as I looked at my bloody hands, and how I laughed merrily as the streams of water that rolled from the altar. I remember that I was in a perfect mood the day I died. Until the very last moment, I was smiling, while literally drowning in my own blood. 

 My whole body was on fire, and yet, around me, a welcoming cold feeling was beginning to emerge. I had a purpose, and I remembered that purpose until the very moment my eyes stopped being able to see. I felt like I was enveloped in a silk thread, and that I was becoming a butterfly that would be reborn even more beautiful than before.

In my last breath I listen to a melody, the melancholic sound of the song Ethel once sang to me. In the darkness I feel my body rise on the waves, and beginning to sway. I got caught by the current, and farther and farther I sailed away from my home and from my old life. 

I remember the waters enveloping me, rocking me on the waves. In My last moments of consciousness, I willed my mind to relax. I imagined  the silver moon above my head, and a whole ocean of stars whispering among themselves, waiting for our new sunrise.I  knew that the next time I opened my eyes, I would see the world in a completely different light. But for now, all I had to do was wait.