Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}

lxiii

"when the world's in fire, we won't even move. There is no reason if I'm here with you.."

*~*~*~*~*~*

she kept running.

and running.

and running.

to him.

to i s i a h.

because he was her safe haven.

and she was ready to admit it.

but she couldn't say it.

art boy laid on his floor.

covered in his own paint,

the colors splattered across his body.

he was dead.

because of her.

her hands covered in his paint as well.

the rain fell hard,

beating her with drops of angry water,

the night settling.

her lungs ripped apart with every step she took.

legs breaking,

and breathing ragged.

until she fell.

and cried.

she wanted to give up.

to be free.

and hands met hers lovingly,

pulling her up in pain,

and wrapping her in serenity.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

she cried into his shoulder like always,

falling to the ground if it weren't for him.

him.

i s i a h.

i s i a h w i l i n t o n.

the boy she was in love with.

"you just won't leave will you?"

the voice was shrill,

terrifying.

j u l i a.

with a gun.

pointed at m a r a.

"j u l i a..."

"no! shut up i s i a h! you left me for what? a tramp? a whore? a monster?"

she felt every blow.

one to her ribs,

breaking them.

one to her lungs,

burning them.

one to her heart,

stopping it.

"so, no. I'm not going to kill her."

she smiled sadistically.

"you are."

i s i a h was ready to kill the crazy bitch he used to call his girlfriend.

but he couldn't.

it was his fault she was like this anyways.

but she took it.

she let her say it.

cause it was true.

so she walked,

with her broken feet,

in front of j u l I a and grabbed the gun.

"m a r a, what the hel-"

"i s i a h?"

"yes?"

"I want a hug."

so he held her.

but what she actually did,

was place the gun in his hand,

with the opening at her heart.

"m a r a, i-"

"just do it for me. please?"

they were both crying,

soaking wet.

"I'm not going to kill you, m a r a! you're fucking crazy!"

she smiled softly.

"I know."

his brows furrowed.

"what? m a r a-"

"I love you."

"wait, don't!"

but it was too late.

and all that was heard that night,

were the screams of a broken boy,

and the hollow whispers of a tainted girl,

drowning in the rain,

whilst she bled red paint.

time stopped.

and so did her hourglass.

sincerely, m a r a.