Mercy
*the flames of time be
doused with the flow of eternity*
I awoke the next morning, not knowing what had happened. He
was gone, so I took the liberty of using his shower. As I slipped into the shower, bits and pieces of the night
came back to me. I felt a pain in my throat, the loss of life, and tried to come to terms with what had
happened.
How can you come to terms with something you have come to believe as a “fairytale”?
My whole life, I was told the boogeyman didn’t exist. Well, it’s true, the shock of reality coming down on
you can kill you, if you’re not already dead. It was all so pointless. I got out of the shower and
tried to pull myself together. That was the first day of my new “life”. Somehow, I wondered if this would
be placed on the fiction shelf someday, in a pseudo-coffee shop cyber bookstore, for some third-grade level
moron who uses a thesaurus to pass judgement.
Things are not always what they seem. I should have thought of that before i had jumped to conclusions.I hastily pulled on some clothes when i heard keys jingling. He was back. All i could find was one of his oversized flannel shirts. Funny but whan i met him he didn't seem the flannel type. He called out for me as if he knew i would not have left yet. I found myself answering him in a pleasant voice , at the time this shocked me , if any other person had done this to me i would have killed them. None the less he spoke to me in a soothing tone. Slowly i came to realize what he was saying.
He told me what we were , what he had made me.I could do nothing to stop what was happening to me. No matter. I geuss nothing matters now. As i am about to die anyway.
[mAiN]
