Lifeless, Broken, Hatred and Brutality. I was afraid of being part of life and even worse, I would miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me, and the man who had taken it all from me. I could not be touched and I was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; but I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds. Find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me.
I remember the pain. So much pain and the evil that follows in the wake of its destruction, the fevered rush that surges through your soul and feeds the hatred that it leaves inside you to rot; It keeps you locked in its brutal clutches until you find a release. My screams only made it stronger, my tears only turned it into something else.
"Swallow the pain and let it take you somewhere else."
I want to wake up. I want the light. I want the life. It hurts so much and yet I feel so little. I feel so far away from everything I knew and loved. They all seem like a dream to me, which I am unable to have or hold. Surrounded by strangers yet I am so alone. I will never see my family and friends again. I know this now. It is so cold and empty here.
I will never be loved or love again; there is no remorse for the pain they cause. Their eyes relentless and dark, their nails rip my flesh, blows so hard that my bones break. I think I am in hell because I cannot wake up from this. I can feel the blood run down my face, and the cries go unheard. Prayers for which even God does not hear, held in a prison of despair and pain that they will not release me from, held in terror of the known and the unknown. Pain for which there is no release, begging for death from those with no compassion, grief or remorse. Only hatred for a life they never knew, only scorn for the soul they torment and the body they beat and torture. I cannot fight them anymore.
“I think I'm dying.”
“They haunt me… They hunt me… They tell me… Take the blows… Swallow the blood... Break my bones... Take the pain… Scream for me… Love me… Beg me... Beat me… Rape me... Cut me… Bleed me... Hate me... Bury me... I'm yours.”
Her body lay silent on an bed of congealing blood now. Dressed in torn and bloody black overalls, battered and bruised flesh peeking through the rips and tears. She shook as he gently leaned over and lovingly kissed her pale, quivering bloody lips. Her chest rose and fell radically as she struggled to just breathe. Blood and mucus bubbling slowly out of her nose with every ragged, exhale. He knelt gently on the bed beside her, slowly touching her face with his fingers, feeling the trembling flesh of her cheek and lips.
"A year ago we met and now I wish we had more time,” He whispered and smiled so warm. "I can't save you Tessa, but can release you from all your pain." He gazed down at her face, almost hypnotized by her struggle. He kissed her again, moving slowly over her motionless lips almost inhaling the kiss as he reached down and lifted the mask that lay beside him. He held it in his hand as he finished her last kiss then sat up and grinned down at her. Her body shook and arched as she struggled against the horrific pain of battered and broken bones. “Shh…..,” he cooed her, running a finger tenderly over broken her lips.
He lifted the mask and placed it carefully on her terrified face. "It's over now. You are the end."
“No,” a breathless whisper rose from the mask as her head rolled slowly back and forth.
He slowly stood up and remained at the edge of the bed for a moment, his dark eyes stared down at her as he watched her weakly struggle under the mask with a smile.
She gasped and painfully struggled as blood foamed up out of her throat and ran down the side of her mouth, forcing her to breath in painful gurgling gasps. The pitiful weak cries were staggered by choking on the blood and too soft for any one to hear. Foaming blood and spit rolled down from under the mask, sliding down her pale neck.
Tears slid from her bruised eyes and she could hardly move anymore as she gradually started to fade. There were no screams, just whimpered cries muffled by the mask, her heart beat ebbing within her dying body.
Her life would soon end; a brutal destiny that was not supposed to be hers but had become hers, nevertheless, with a slice of a knife. Her eyes growing so afraid and distant as her body trembled in an unforgiving and deep relentless pain, exhausting her will to fight much more. The deep pain in her chest sharpened as she gradually suffocated in her own body fluids with every labored breath. She stared out at the room before her as it tunneled and darkened; I know this room, she thought as her dying thoughts rambled from distant memories to her grim reality. Tessa let out a weak cry that no one would ever hear."Wait."
