My body stayed behind, my spirit left, my soul; wandering the Earth.
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A torn, grey arm, followed by another, pulling up and out of the chasm; my lifeless body, so dead, it didn't care to dust itself off. It's eyes as dark as night, hair gone pale, almost white, cuts and bruises still very fresh, but it isn't blood, but dark liquid that oozes from them. A cracked, raspy breath, and a clear drive for blood, this thing that I once called my body is out to kill. It looks around, kinda like it's smelling the air to find it's target. An abrupt stop, and a glance in one direction, it let's out a sigh of dark satisfaction, kind of like when a bull finally locks onto the Matador's location.
She's no Matador, and it's no bull. It's the personification of my anger. I feel like yelling for her to run, but we are worlds apart. I'm banging on the glass panels that separate us, but she can't hear me. She's still in shock of what she's seeing.
It breaks into a full sprint at her. I can see the rage radiating from it's skin. She's just standing there. I'm panicking. This thing's going to kill her. It's going to kill till it's thirst wears out. I'm practically boxing the hell out of the glass now. My knuckles are bruised, but the glass is cracking. Everyone around me is telling me to stop; I stopped listening to advice a long time ago. The glass cracks and cracks and cracks, the creature gets closer and closer to her. The glass gives way; I jump out, knowing I've broken a balance. But what does that matter anyways? I once loved her, I still do, I can't let my anger get to her, I must stop it. By the time I get on site, the creature's a few paces away from her. It stopped it's sprint to size her up. Clearly, she's petrified, she's walking backwards, it can smell her fear, and loves the idea of her heart getting ripped apart. "Look at what you made!!!" The creature speaks. It's intelligent. "LOOK-AT-ME!!!!" It's like it's got all my memories. "DO YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT ME!!?" She's on her knees. "I DIED FOR YOU!! I STILL DIE DAILY FOR YOU!!! I KNOW WHAT I FELT WAS REAL!!" It's voice is as deep as a beautifully written poem, and as rough as a heat break.
I'm not going to lie, I agree with everything it says. At this point I'm now a few paces away from it.
She's begging for mercy, she thinks it's got a conscience. It's enjoying her fear. You're probably wondering how I know what it feels, THAT WAS ONCE MY BODY. It raises an arm to hit her, not on my watch. In a split second, I pull it's arm and lock one in it's jaw, the impact sends it staggering aside. She can't process what happened. I pick her up, and tell her to run. She nods feverishly, and starts to leave. I turn to look at the creature, let's call it rage. It's glaring at me, even though the black of it's eyes, I see the humanity that's been chained by darkness.
It's laughing at me, a cold laugh that sends chills right through me. "You can't stop this from happening." That's the only thing rage says before launching itself at me. I take quite a beat down, but rage soon gets tired. That's my chance. I grab it by the neck, and run it down into the ground. I manage to wear it down. In my exhausted state, I hear sobbing, she's been watching the conflict.
Rage is now back on it's feet, with a dead smile it runs at her. I tackle it, and wrestle it down. "I'LL GET YOU!!!" it snaps at her. In a chokehold, I carry it back to the pit. It's already caused havoc. I might as well just stay in the pit with it, forever keeping the her out of harm's way.
If the definition of love is to die, daily, I will kill this part of me, daily.
