Falling

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eleutheromania:
n. an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

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Is this a dream, or is this reality?

I'm falling, tumbling, down an everlasting tunnel of darkness. Emotions, fears, nightmares ceased to exist.

I ceased to exist.

Until the harsh slap of truth backhanded me, crashing every single heartfelt tug upon me.

It was tearing me apart, the pain, it was driving itself through every crevice of my heart, leaving a trail of ashes and blood.

The only person I've opened up to shredded what little hope I had ignited.

My hands clutched the cell with so much force, it's surprising how the object didn't shatter like me. And I lifted my head, connecting my eyes with his.

He flinched. The previously guilty face was now replaced with terror.

The demons returned with glee, enhancing my mind, sharpening it. They're dancing and chanting, basking in my misfortune.

I wanted the torture to stop, the songs to end, the voices to disappear.

As if mocking me, they only grew louder, tearing at my broken mind, feasting on the leftovers of my crumbled heart.

Useless.

Worthless.

Miserable.

Monster.

Demented.

Insane.

Overwhelmed, I screamed, tearing my hair in anguish.

The pain was welcoming and even peaceful, for they were a distraction from the raging hell, albeit temporarily.

All of a sudden, he was here, kneeling down, and grabbing my hands, forcing me to stop.

Him.

The one that loved.

The one that stayed.

The one that betrayed.

An unexplainable amount of anger surged through me, washing away the demons, leaving me with a world, too quiet.

And I laughed.

A full, bellowing laugh, with my head thrown back and tears streaming down, it turned into sobs.

I pushed him away, my feet swaying unsteadily as I stood.

As if having a out of body experience, I watched myself walk robotically towards the drawers, rummaging through and cleanly swiping an object out.

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She whips around, her dulled, empty eyes landing on the petrified guy. A maniacal smile spreads across her cheeks, and she whispers,

"I loved you."

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Blossoms of red spreads across his body, streaming from four holes, coloring his white shirt. His eyes turn glassy, an expression of shock frozen plastered on, forever. With no life to support it, the body crumples. The growing blood pool wraps and colors out around him, like an angel's wings.

The girl watches him, with an uneasy calm, and steps closer, as if contemplating something. And then her face flashes with understanding, as if seeing finally seeing something.

She straightens herself up from the crouch, coming face to face with the full body mirror.

A genuine smile spreads across her face.

"I want to fly, too."

Five.

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A/N: Yes, this is the end to falling.
But, before you guys kill me, there's still an epilogue.
It'll contain all the explanations, well, most of them, I hope.

I'm just curious, anyone seen this ending coming? Or was this a surprise? I want to know what all of you are thinking right now, your feelings. OH AND, any theories on the mysterious bruises that appeared on her? Brownie points to whoever guesses exactly what happened. (I've scattered hints around chapters, double brownie points to whoever picks those up.)

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.