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Title : The Truth About Karma.
I had watched her for years. Ever since I was sent here she was the only thing on my mind. I'd observed her, followed her to school, I even laughed at her lame jokes. Not that she could hear me. I wasn't like her. Her feminine beauty grew as droplets of innocence trickled out of her human body. She became a woman before my silver orbs and I started vanishing in the shadows. They had warned me of my nature. I was bound to disappear once maturity kicked in.
My heart ached at the thought of letting go of my only friend, my life companion. For years I had yearned for any form of attention that I never received and I was saddened I hadn't gotten through to her, broken the barrier between our worlds. What was I to be without her ?
Off to work she went one day. I watched her leave me again through my fading vision. I sighed and sat at her desk, glancing at the poem she'd written around midnight. She had always been interested in a deeper meaning to concepts. I could at least go in peace, having her art in the back of my head and knowing she had her world figured out. My insides twisted and felt warm again upon reading the shapes her ink had left on the page.
" Silver eyes and burning red lips,
Bloody face and bruises on the hips,
Wet skin and struggles against solid grips,
Conceals the weakness by hiding in the dark,
Abandoned the world, stopped looking for a spark,
Hollow eyes and a cheek long scar becoming his mark. "
Touching the ever lasting wound that ran the length of my left cheek, I felt my shattered pieces glue back together in one powerful thrust. Each fiber of my being collided into one thought : She could see me.
Reality seemed too perfect at that moment and a pang of doubt ran through me. Did she know someone in her world who resembled me ?
I remained sat in the spinning chair, that spun much like my mind, until I heard the familiar click of the lock. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a set of hazel eyes and full red lips. Dark locks of hair I had watched her straighten that morning dangled freely over her shoulders. Her classic nature was adorned with an edgy vibe that not many could pull off. I listened to a few phone calls about her job, catching a sense of worry in her tone. What was wrong ? How could I help ?
" Move from my chair," she demanded after a brief silence. Her gaze burned directly through mine and it took me a while before I shot up from my place. Taken aback, I began to talk but struggled to get any coherent word out. She noticed my nervousness.
" Yes, I can see you," she nonchalantly admitted.
- "W-why didn't you acknowledge me before ? "
She simply looked up, a gentle twinkle in her gaze. Her lips slightly curved up in a smile, as though amused by my ignorance, as she scribbled things down. It astonished me how even though I watched her shape into the woman she was, I had yet to understand many things about her. There was something about that night, about the way she told me I had become more than an imaginary childhood friend to her, that allowed me to stick around.
By the time the eerie chill of winter reigned over the city, my human friend and I had gotten closer. She'd told me about her job as a journalist. A company named " Society " paid her to write articles praising their good deeds, only a staggering amount of lies had to be written. She talked to me of the injustice her city faced and how she was so passionate to make a change that she published an article exposing
" Society ". I had gasped at the newly received information.
Walking with her to work the next day, I was all too busy looking around and begging her to run home once a few men in black came to view. She had insisted on facing the issue and ignored me while I drove myself mad, shouting things only her ears could decipher.
A silver gun suddenly directed its black hole toward her. She gave me a tight lipped smile. My breath hitched in my throat and I desperately threw myself in front of her. I squinted my eyes in pain upon impact. A bullet had just went through me, leaving a void in my heart I was sure would stay open forevermore. Numbness was all I felt as I looked behind me at the lifeless body I hadn't been able to save. I fell to my knees and buried myself into her as if capable of feeling the contact.
" The job is done, sir. Karma is dead," spoke a voice.
With teary eyes and revenge in my blood, I glared up at the man holding a phone to his ear. That was when I made my promise to avenge her. I wanted nothing more than seeing him suffer. I wanted to whisper her name venomously in his ear so she could haunt his corpse wherever it lay. She was a victim of
" Society." She had precious information and a free will, so they got rid of her. They'd found out what she was ; a silent revolution.
As the salty liquid spilling from my eyes burned my cheeks, I realized what I was becoming. I had expected to fade away but hours later I was still hovering the dead body of a young woman who could have achieved much more, if only they had let her. Something inside me had changed ever since.
To this day, people still witness the consequences of my wrath. I linger in the darkness and serve justice. Some believe it and hope to avoid my presence. Others resume their horrible actions. They call Karma rude names, which I make them regret.
For I knew all too well the truth about Karma.
