Prose and poetry

Prose

I always wanted to feel alive. I thinked, if I feel something, I feel alive, so why can't I feel alive like the others ? Why do I feel like nothing is as strong as love ? Why do the others keep destroying each and every heart they find ? But this all changed one day for me... We met in january. At the time, I was a new student, and she was there, sitting in the corner, with her long, blond hair and her pure sapphire blue eyes. The sun reflected in her hair as she turned her head to me, and I decided that I would sacrifice everything for her. At the end of the day, the only thoughts I had were about what I needed to do to become important for her. Having social issues, I decided to confess directly. When everyone exit the school, I followed her, and as soon as I could, I rushed to face her, took her hand, kneeled, and losing myself in her gaze, said :

-Oh please, Katrina, you have the right to hate me, you can despise me even, or you can accept my confession. But never will I allow myself to be something less important than that for you. I love you.

She smiled, look away, and pulling my hand to make me stand up again, she said something I didn't heard completely because of a car speeding up on the street.

-...Never leave me, Steven. Do you agree with that ?

-Yes, I agree.

Did she accept ? I didn't care at the time. The simple fact that she responded to my feelings made me feel alive, and that was all that mattered.

The sound of the door opening woke me up. She is there, facing me. I am able to recognize her, even if the light only reaches her shoulders, I can recognize her blond and long hair. She slowly approches me and I try to stand up, but the chains are keeping me on the chair. I hear her laugh coldly, like she does each time.

-Why ? Why did you chain me in this basement ?

-But steven, you agreed. Don't you remember ? I told you...
Her mouth slowly reaches my ear, and, whispering, she continues :
-If you follow me now, you will become mine and never leave me, Steven.

As she finished her sentence, she left the room, leaving me again in this basement.