All a Person Can Feel

Lover's Loss

At first I felt nothing. Time had stopped.

A scream tore through my throat as the realization of what I had just witnessed dawned upon me.

"NO!"

There, in my chest, a horrible piercing feeling arose, growing greater by the second.

I had been close to death before. Suffering slowly, painfully, and alone, until i was found hours later.

This, was so much worse.

I wasn't aware that I had fallen on my knees, but I roughly clawed at the ground, a pointless attempt to rid myself of this burden.

I clawed at my chest with one hand, scraping so deep blood was drawn. My other hand was clenched at my side. 

It didn't make the pain go away.

This pain, it wasn't physical.

I felt in deeper than my skin, deeper than my bones.

I felt it in my soul.

And I HATED it. I wanted it GONE.

I saw the killer make his way towards me, and I made a decision.

This pain won't do me, my family, or my love, any good.

It won't bring him back by feeling this hurt.

They always say revenge won't bring them back, or take away the pain.

He always sought revenge for those who wronged him or me.

But this person, no, monster, deserved more than simple blind rage and petty revenge. No. No, they deserved worse. To feel anything close to what I feel now. No, they deserved hell. In life, and in death.

And I have taken it upon myself to give them a one-way ticket to his demise.

(Short, or long, but deep. That's my style. Promise I'm ok y'all 😂)