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dead. My eyes staring at the horizon, the orange light hitting my eyes. I was almost to the point of sobbing until I realized that my tears could not exit my eyes/
He said nothing. He carried me carefully, like he was holding a delicate object and he was afraid of it falling and breaking.
Right then, I wished to take away my life. However, my thoughts were forbidden. Forbidden from me. I cannot cast away my life to the empty winds, I thought. What would happen to my loving family? My sister, my husband, my daughter, my nephew and my friends? It would hurt them…
I thought hard about my mistake. Suicide is a sin. A terribly great sin. Oh, how I wanted to journey and find him with his open arms, welcoming me to his chest and embrace me tightly. I had fallen unconscious without my knowing. I was only trying to picture him inside my head again, despite the pain I feel when I do.
“Ayame,” he whispered, pausing for just a second while I quieted my mind and erased my thoughts. “Come to me, come to me… I’ll keep you safe, I’ll make you mine for eternity…”
He repeated the same phrases, his voice deep, mature, beautiful, enchanting. “Ayame,” he said my name in a murmur, making me drift farther inside my mind to find him… At least… Until my sister called my name.
“Ayame!” She called. Her voice sounded panicked. “What the hell happened?! My clothes!” Her scarlet red hair and blood red eyes looked beautifully adorned on her face. Despite being her twin sister, I feel she is much more beautiful than I. Her forehead creased with worry, her eyes wide and she gripped her scalp with excessive force. She worries about me, but she doesn’t like me taking her clothes without permission. Her extravagant taste in clothes were odd, considering the fact she was just a teenager like me. Her clothes matched her appearance completely. A blood red dress adorned with small rubies going in a downward spiral down her figure. Her scarlet red gloves fit her perfectly.
“I’m sorry, Sakura,” I said, mumbling each word unintelligibly. “Jason, carry me to my room.” I don’t know how they managed to understand me. There wasn’t any confusion on their faces.
I heard his feet clack on the gray marble tiles and I saw the stained glass window, a beautiful design that looked blurred in my current vision. I turned my head slightly and I saw my open closet, like I left it when I exited the mansion. He placed me carefully on the bed and covered me with the sheets and my favorite blanket. “Disgusting maggot,” I think I heard him say.
“No, he’s not.” I whispered so quietly that I could hardly hear myself. “I love him.” I didn’t realize when I fell asleep. All I remember was the blurred shadow of Jason closing the door.
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I woke up, feeling the sweat on my palms and my forehead as I dabbed it dry with my blanket. I got up, almost tripping in the process. I went to my dresser, painted a shiny, glossy white, and took a good look at myself. My azure blue hair looked impeccably straight, despite the fact that I tossed and turned all night dreaming about Gabriel. My bangs covering my forehead and reaching right above my eyelashes. My makeup was removed from my face and left looking very clean. It could be possible that Sakura had entered my room, worried about me, and removed it (She likes to check on me a lot). My skin was a little pale, maybe due to the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything for days and I exercised my body with no mercy. My light blue eyes gave a faint glow as I looked in the mirror and that made my face look brighter.
I went to the closet, now closed and only a few feet from the bed and quickly planned an outfit for today. A dark blue short sleeved shirt, dark colored jeans and indigo sneakers with the matching purse sounded right today. I equipped myself with my small backpack and thought about it carefully. I decided to carry my binder instead and leave the backpack. I masked the pain
 Liliana Heron · Thu Nov 12, 2009 @ 01:30am · 0 Comments |
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