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Let's Meet Again: Writing Ex |
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“I trusted you.”
Eyes hardened like stone, staring down at me with distaste. “I know. And it was your downfall.”
I shook violently, barely able to look up. Tears stung my eyes, and I could feel pain rippling through my body like running watering. We locked eyes, and for a moment, I saw regret in her eyes. I struggled to move my arms, my legs, and whole being from the ground.
“I trusted you!” I cried. “I trusted you with everything!”
“Yes, you did, you fool, and now, you’re going to die because you did.” She walked away; she was probably retrieving her weapon.
My eyes burned with hatred. My heart was beating red hot blood through me. Suddenly, that small voice in my head began to yell softly, “Calm down! This isn’t her! You know the real person she’s trying to hide, just remember!”
Our time together flashed before my eyes. The day we met. Growing up. The laughter, the smiles, and the good times. I saw her change, she saw me change. We changed together, and we depended on one another. I shared everything with her. We need one another.
It was then she returned. I looked into her eyes once more, and I knew what I had to do.
She began to speak, but my mind was slipping in and out of consciousness, so nothing really registered in my mind. Just phrases, such as, ‘thank you’, and, ‘I’m sorry’, but right now, it didn’t matter. My eyes slid shut, the tears flowing like a stream: steady and gently.
I conjured up the last of my energy. It wasn’t much, and I knew if I went through with my plan, I would die before the axe even touched my neck. But it was something, and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t use up every last of my being to save what was left of the best friendship I have ever had the pleasure in experiencing. It was something.
I began to chant, letting the magic tear out of me. I had never cast a curse before - this was my first and hopefully my last time. It wasn’t like regular magic, or fighting magic, which either swirled or sprayed out; this dark magic was running like a stampede… it didn’t hurt, but it was draining me faster than I would’ve liked. I stared at the spot of skin right above the left temple. I was almost hoping she would notice my workings, but she didn’t.
By the time she realized I hadn’t been listening to her last words for me, it was too late. I had given my final promise.
“You didn’t-!”
Wow, this was much more plain than I would have imagined. Here I am, dying, and I have almost nothing to say to the one person I would have given everything.
I gasped for air. The taste of blood was evident. “I did.”
A scream laced the room as my best friend backed into the wall. She began digging her long nails into his arms, and dragging them down in an attempt to find where I had laid the seal.
“No! No! How could you do this to me? I’m trying to get rid of you! I don’t want to see you again! You b***h, where did you put it?!”
I smiled when she began to cry, dropping to her knees in anguish. The sweet numbness of near-death helped me reach out for her, as I whispered, “Let’s start over, Elise. I promise,” the room was getting heavy, and my heart was beginning to shut its eyes, and I took in one last breath, “I‘ll be better.”
The last thing I heard before I died: “KANAMY!”
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I have no idea, sue me.
 Ukeire · Fri Jul 02, 2010 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |
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