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He always held onto me when I was crying, and wiped my tears off of my face for me.
"One day, when we're free." He told me.
I was always thinking about him; tonight especially. I don't know why; but sitting in front of the window with a cup of hot tea in the middle of a storm made my memories wash back into my head like a dam breaking.
"Ivory," Mira would begin when she came into see me every now and then.
She would always know when I'm deep in thought and leave the room. She just came in and tried to offer me some dinner, but I turned it down.
Because I won't need to eat anymore, once I'm free.
"Ivory." Mira said wit a strict tone to her face. "You need to stop, go eat some dinner or paint in the Library."
When Mira got angry she was the kind of person you could ignore and she would go away; but not tonight. She walked over to the window and dumped a cup of cold water onto my face, that soaked my short dark hair and ran down the back of my shirt. "What the hell?" I screamed as I jumped up and pulled my soaking hair off of my forehead.
"Ivory," Mira said again, placing the empty cup down on the dresser she was standing next to.
"What?" I asked her, smirking when I realized it. "You're jealous again."
Mira was jealous; she was jealous that I had someone wonderful coming to get me; to take me away and let me be free.
Don't ask me what freedom is; I would never know until he came back and took me away.
And Mira was jealous that I had someone to do that; she was Jealous that someone loved me and not her, and she would remain behind.
"I'm not jealous." Mira said, rolling her fingers into fists.
Just as I was about to say something, thunder rolled outside. It had to be about the loudest thunder I had ever heard, because it made me jump.
"He's not coming back." Mira muttered under her breath after a couple moments of silent had rolled by since the thunder. I think she though I wouldn't hear her, but I did.
"You're Jealous." I gritted my teeth.
Mira un-clenched her hands. "No."
I grabbed the mug of tea off the window sill and threw it at her. She tried to duck as the flying mug flew by and hit her in the forehead, knocking her to the ground. The hot liquid leaked all over her pajama top, making her scream in pain.
"How does that feel?" I smiled, followed by one of my strange laughs.
It's what she gets for disrespecting me, for doubting my future.
My darling will come back to me and take me away to freedom, wherever it is.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mira screeched as she grabbed onto the side of the dresser with her right hand and used it to pull herself up. Her left hand was clutching her stomach, that area on the shirt smoking with boiling tea.
"Mira," I told her, clutching her ponytail in my hands to pull her head up. "You don't need to be jealous. They'll be someone to take you away to, once you get a pure soul."
Mira let go of her burning flesh and pushed her fist into my stomach. I fell forward, a couple hairs of her ponytail stuck to my hand. Mira was breathing hard and wobbling back and forth, like she was dizzy.
Who does she think she is, punching me like that? My darling would crush her.
"You little," I began, jumping up. Mira clutched her stomach again and started running, not very fast, but out of the room.
I started chasing her down the hallway, looking back and forth for something to use as a weapon. Mira ran into the library and shut the door.
I puled my shoe off of my foot and followed her into the library so I could beat her with it to teach her a lesson in hurting me.
When I got in there, she was still breathing heavily, clutching a kitchen knife in her hand.
"Don't get any closer." she stuttered, pointing the tip of the blade at me.
I laughed again. "What are you going to do to me, you little b***h?" I said, walking closer to her and smacking the back of her head with my shoe.
Mira fell forward into me, her head pressing against my shoulder. I flicked her in the back of head where I had hit her a moment ago.
"She's out cold." I smiled to myself, patting Mira on the back. "She didn't put up much of a-"
All of a sudden, a sharp sting of pain shot through every nerve of my body, like a volcano. A felt blood in my mouth, and my groin was hurting terribly, like it had exploded. I found myself barely able to breathe as I fell forward onto the ground, Mira pulling he knife she had stabbed into me out of my stomach. Blood flew out of the wound like a faucet, staining the green-colored carpet of the library. Mira wobbled back and forth like she was dizzy again, then clutched her stomach, letting the knife drop to the floor as she tried to regain her balance. I jumped forward and wrapped my hands around the bloodstained handle of the knife, using all my strength as my wound ached terribly. I could barely breathe as I stood up, grabbing onto the desk for help.
Mira's eyes grew wide as she tried to run again, this time falling over flat on her face near the door to the Library. A limped over to her, blood running down my stomach and legs, clutching the knife in my hand. I keeled over Mira's unconscious body wit the knife, pressing the tip gently to the side of her stomach, where the tea had soaked. I twisted the knife like a screwdriver, the tip carefully driving into her skin. I then pulled the knife out and pushed it down as hard as I can, which was all the way. Blood gushed out of Mira's now dead mouth, running down the sides of her pale cheeks and onto the floor.
I laughed to myself as I fell forward onto her body, out of strength. I was still partially conscious, my vision getting blurry.
"Ivory," someone said. My eyes widened as I looked up to see who the voice was coming from.
"You're here," I said through breaths, reaching out my hand. He picked up my body and sat me in his lap, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"Bloody lord," he said, pulling out a towel from his pocket and wiping the blood of of my cheeks. "What happened to you, Ivory?"
I sunk my head into his shoulder, the scent of his cologne filling my system. "She tried to stop my freedom." I sighed, tears running down my cheeks.
"It's okay." My love said, hugging me closer. "I'm here now, and now, we can be free."
I snuggled in closer to him. "Thank you, Damien."
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- Title: Ivory's Freedom.
- Artist: your initial diagnosis
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A...Strange story, with Love, Death, and all the trimmings.
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(Part II, coming soon depending on how many people like this one)
- Date: 11/28/2008
- Tags: ivorys freedom
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Comments (4 Comments)
- sarahrose343 - 01/04/2009
- write part 2 plz!! its a great story so far
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- Your Silver Seal - 12/14/2008
- Great Story! Oh, and where are they at?? I'm confused about if their at a place where u cnt get out of something but, it's great!! WRITE PART 2 PLZ!!!!!!!!!
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- FormerlyKitaTataki - 12/03/2008
- Love it. Great bloody gorey scene! I'm a little confused though, are they in a parrellel universe or hell or something? I'm giving this a 5, you've got me enthralled. Please write part two!
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- Wizop - 11/28/2008
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AWESOMENESS biggrin DDDDDDDDDDDDD - Report As Spam