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And Then I Am Gone(Trigger Warning)

May 4, 2021
By SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
161 articles 22 photos 933 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)
And the words I say most often: "Where was I?"
"I just switched 50 things to anonymus and it doesnt even make a diff- why was i writing this again? where was i? hm.... oh well."


When blood hits the water, what happens? Does it disappear into it, like smoke in the wind? Float like oil, separate, sad. I guess I won’t live to watch my blood, whatever it does. I stare calmly up at the blade. Strange. I should be crying, pleading for my life, bravely shouting my last words, fighting. I feel nothing. Maybe I won’t feel it slide into my flesh, gracefully, mercilessly part it. I meet the eyes, cold, indifferent. Why does the killer mirror my emotions? Or, why do I mirror theirs?

I watch the slow descent of the sword. Frozen. Everything is frozen but my eyes, the sword, his arm. Seconds become eons, staring into the glint of steel reflected in the killer’s drained eyes. Drained of their color, a cold, empty grey. I figured I should move, try to dodge it, but I can’t. Everything is so slow, and my body is paralyzed in time.

The water under me pulls, impatient, trying to embrace me. My eyes flicker closed and then open. A millisecond, it took. Years, it took. I lock eyes, my warm colored eyes to the cruel grey ones. Does he feel how slow time is? Does he feel impatient? My eyes flick from him to the blade, falling so slow. It's still a foot from me.

My eyes flick to the water. Staring into the depths of the current ready to pull me in, hide me, keep me from sight. Hold me forever. I try to feel the rest of me, but it's like there’s a wall at my neck, blocking feeling. Blocking the tightness of the ropes.

I return my gaze to the sword, closer, now. Maybe 2 inches left of life. Two millennia. My eyes lock on his again. I feel an odd sensation on my neck. Heat explodes from it, as something cold plunges into it. I don't look at the sword. I keep my eyes locked on his. Cold, indifferent. Another body to wash away. The cold steel cleaves flesh quicker and quicker.

I feel it collide with the bone. It could press, but it doesn’t. I keep my eyes on the steel ones as I fall into the arms of the water, watching for any change, any warmth, any color. To see if they care. I detect no change, and the gaze breaks as they turn, abandoning me to the water. I fall under, silently. But just before I can watch the blood, my vision flickers, black spots grow fuzzily, and then I am gone.


The author's comments:

haven't a clue what was going on to get her there. must be some story. i almost had her killed by a dragon, or committing suicide, or a variety of other options, but I figured a knight-like figure to kill her.


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on Aug. 27 at 9:13 pm
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
161 articles 22 photos 933 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)
And the words I say most often: "Where was I?"
"I just switched 50 things to anonymus and it doesnt even make a diff- why was i writing this again? where was i? hm.... oh well."

thx(:
i saw this again and realized its kinda cool in a really freaky way

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Aug. 27 at 5:38 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
100 articles 28 photos 727 comments

Favorite Quote:
"A word is dead
When it is said
Some say.
I say
It just begins to live
That day."
--Emily Dickenson

It's horrifying, but you have this ability to drag out the tiniest moment in time and make a whole story out of it.