Author's POV
Burn all your bridges
just so that you can build them again
with thicker ropes.
Hurt all the people you love
and then commit every felony to win them back
Drown yourself in bleach until not even Heaven's light
can compare to how bright you burn
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams
This is the art of
living with a ticking heart - a grenade you
throw through windows to make a point
that language has
no room for
This is how I destroyed you. And this, is how
I kept you alive
Dig yourself a ditch, six
feet deep, and bury everything that you've ever
said, everything that you've never
meant, and everything that has
burned you and left you with nothing but ash.
-Dionysus
In the excessively large room, filled with smoke and haze, there was an eerie silence as a body was lit in the dim light of a candle.
Legs so long and strong that every single muscle of his thigh jumped out as soon as it twitched. Each time he inhaled, his chest rose for a second until it lowered again, with a barely audible growl coming from him. Many strands of his night-black smooth hair covered his forehead and touched his eyelids now and then. These caused an unbearable itching and irritated him tremendously. It didn't take long to get him angry before his fingernails were pressed against the skin. He scratched himself here and there, put his hair out of his face and despite this he continued to sleep deeply.
Like a leopard, sleeping on a rock, in the grass or next to its prey after it has killed it. Until he's ready to wake up, eat it, and go on a new quest for more nourishment. He sleeps like a tiger, that doesn't look dangerous at first sight, rather peaceful and exhausted. But if only one body part would move, only a tiny twitch would be enough to frighten the living being in front of him.
The growl got a vibrant sound when an unexpected storm came up, causing the large open windows to crash against the wall. The eternally long curtains fluttered in the air while the ends brushed against his feet.
Who dared..
to disturb his precious sleep?
The loud wind?
The loud wind flowing through the room, along the large round bed, finding its way to the body covered with a silky material fabric. The airflow gave him goose bumps before his ears recorded a loud bang.
He frowned. Eyebrows knitted, he looked the left and to the right, but his eyes were still closed.
He hasn't been allowed to wake up yet.
Not allowed to leave yet.
His veins now stood out more, placing his feminine hand on his chest and with a second loud bang, the thunder, he revealed his dark eyes.
In the exact moment, the dark clouds disappeared as well as the grey sky and the extreme coldness. Like every time he wakes up, he stared at the ceiling above him, with his pupils diminishing more and more. Like every time he wakes up, the first thing he saw were the numerous words.
Turn yourself inside out
and paint your organs the color of what you see
in your dreams
This time it was the fourth section, which he kept reading. Ponderously, he laid his arm on the spot next to him and stared at the golden blanket. The sun shone in before bright rays came into his sight. But they weren't those of the sun. He slowly got up and with small steps he approached the shards on the ground. Using his little fingers, he stroked over a part of his grey wall.
His memory played the last night in his head before tears formed in his eyes again. His lower lip began to quiver as he fell on his knees.
"Army", he sobbed with his soft voice before he gasped for air, the sobbing turning into a loud helpless crying.
-
With a deafening scream, she woke up and immediately grabbed the sheets. So firmly that her nails almost ripped through the fabric. Seconds later, she looked around her room and stared at the walls.
She flinched once more and screamed for her life when someone walked in.
"Oh my God Diona, calm down? It's just me!"
"Mom!" She rushed to her mother before embracing her tender body. Her mother noticed how soaking wet her daughter was. What could have happened?
"What happened Diona?!"
"I-",breathing was now much harder than it already used to be. Immediately, she opened her closet and looked for her medicine. She took the glass of water on her nightstand and took her medication.
"You will calm down soon, don't worry",her mother said, sitting down with her on the bed. "Did you have a nightmare?" she asked as she looked into Diona's eyes.
She closed them before her dream occurred in her head. Strangely enough, she started to smile.
"Huh?" Her mother hit her arm.
"Ouch!" ,she squealed in response and her mother got up. "Why did you hit me?"
"Do you know how I was worried?! Have you completely lost your mind?" She screamed back as her daughter stroked herself at the beaten part to ease the pain.
When she was out of her room, she let herself fall back and stared at her ceiling. The reason she had to smile was a small one in contrast to the reason why she was so scared earlier. She dreamed often, very often.
But this time?
She got up quickly, took off all her clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot water first ran down her body and then along her face and light brown hair. The second she closed her eyes, her heart almost stopped.
Because of him.
She saw his delicate hand over hers. So warm, so feather-soft. She believed that there would be an earthquake under her feet at any moment because she thought of his heartbeat. But nothing happened. Instead, her own heart was beating like crazy. She tried her best to stop herself from imagining his face. Otherwise she would pass out.
-
"No way" ,she whispered as she looked into her mails.
The customer had already transferred the complete amount to her bank account.
"But how did he get access to my data?
And she hadn't even started the painting yet. There was both a pressure and a guilty conscience in her because she hadn't even checked all the pictures yet. She counted the opened files and clicked on the seventh link.
But why... were there two eyes she already knew? Her grip got lighter and lighter before the phone fell out of her hand.
Never before have I seen anything as breathtaking as you. Who are you?"
