Details of Suffering- Short Story

Be Gentle, I'm Glass

WARNING!!

Warning this is quite dark and depressive, beware your read. Gives indications to something horrible that shouldn't be done

You have been warned.

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A small, delicate smile crawled its way up my face. It settled there despite the black, dark sphere of emotions that seemed to have a newly furnaced home in my belly. It stayed there for a while as my friends jumped, screamed and joked around, acting like the monkeys I knew they were. Sadly the smile, much like my happy mood, was delicate. Like sand recently heated up to crystal, It could break any second and without a doubt, it did.

My lips once again twitched downward as a memory resurfaced. From a dark room inside the abyss of my mind it came flashing. Frustratingly, much like light, nothing could stop it. The familiar twisting of my stomach, the ants roaming under my skin and the sour, warm taste of bile flooded my throat and cascaded slowly throughout my body. A violent shiver crawled up my back and the ghosts of hands traveling all over my body made me wimper. The low, broken, muffled sound was pitiful even to my own ears.

My eyes heated up and salty, warm drops gathered in my eyes. Everything around me looked like an accumulation of light and dark shapes, making the claws of my own imagination gleefully sharp. All I could see was twisted into the memory that seemed to drag me lower. To where? Do you really want to know?

My hands shook uncontrollably as the ants bit deep into my skin. Underneath it a powerful yet far away ghost of pain- sharp, red and angry,- bubbled up as the tension in my sore muscles refused to dissipate. My heart beat could be heard by my assaulter, his elated grin and hot, fish-invaded breath got closer. His happiness at my sheer terror was what froze me solid.

The Alaska cold horror froze my mind and body, before his grimy, dirt covered hand evoked a stove hot heat where he touched me. His terrible hot touch made me step back, wanting an out. My back hit a cold, dusty and bumpy brick wall. My heart sank in a sea of desperation. I wanted to shriek, to call out. I tried. Yet I couldn't. Any sounds that could have been moulded into words vanished as my throat felt dry with dead.

With each step he took towards my trembling body.

With each hope of escape he tore to bits in pieces with a deep, mocking laugh.

With each sigh of want and each look of desire.

With each warm, salty tear that gravity pulled down my cheeks and dripped off my chin, I could see myself disappearing. I could see myself being ripped to pieces by a petty man who only desired a short moment of bliss in the comfort of my unwilling body. If only I could have a mirror to see the last moments in which light shone in my eyes, or a way to delete the moment, a way for it's torment to disappear. Alas, the only thing I could do was whimper and fall as my small, delicate smile broke. Because while beautiful, lonely and overall pitiful, It was much like sand recently heated up to crystal. It was delicate. Malleable and above all, so very breakable.