My heart is racing. My mind was left behind at the edge of the lake, where I jumped in. I feel the depths of the water, plunging and drowning my insides. Why did I jump again? Oh yeah, he was, doing something that tore the inside of my chest, leaving it open for the salt lingering in this filthy water to burn the flesh and ruin my soul. Let me hurt a little less then the pain of just seeing him. What was wrong with me? Why was I not perfect? The water’s getting murkier. Lake Palo was never this deep; All those nights of swimming along the dark waters. The way I’d scream quietly in fear another Jaw’s attack would happen to the innocent teen in the waters. Soothing arms would hold me as strong legs kicked to keep us above the surface. Dainty kisses keeping my nerve.
It’s so dark, or have I gone blind? My back has brushed against something. It was cold and quick. Most likely a fish, or the Palo monster my father used to warn me about. Simple laughs leaving his large head, laced with dark brown hair, an afternoon shadow timelessly tracing his jaw line gruffly and the brightest hazel of his eyes; calm, comforting. What would he say if he knew?
God, I can’t think anymore. It’s too dark, too cold. I’m loosing consciousness. Did I make a mistake? Was this…the right choice?
Everything’s…going blurry….my mind, has officially stopped. My hearts….slowing down. The water, it’s gone. Nothing left, but the emptiness in my chest. The heartbeat stopped; my pulse ran dry. This was the right choice, because it’s too late to turn back…
“Where the ******** did Sylf go?” an angered teen, that of about 15 yelled to a group of gabbing girls, heads glistening with blonde and gold locks, placed in high ponytails, with pink bodies, laced in fine material. He was mad, pale face a bright red and the blue of his eyes, nearly catching in a sapphire fire. “Where is she!?”
“Uh, like we’d know.” A smaller girl of the group announced with a quirky, annoyed tone. It sounded stupid, like she wasn’t educated enough to say ‘I’m sorry, we do not know where Sylfie went.’
Brent quickly got frustrated and cursed the girl profoundly, calling her a few unnecessary names and storming off in the opposite direction. His long brown hair was blown out of his face as he mad his way out of the community center and down the gray concrete. He kicked a large bumper that lay off to the side of the road, his foot instantly cracking and throbbing, the blood rushing to the broken bones. He felt it swell inside his sneaker and he bit the inside of his cheek sharply, breaking the skin, allowing velvety red to rush to the torn flesh and stream down onto his tongue. The taste of it was salty and hot. His eyes closed and he continued to move quickly down the cold, dark highway. Soon enough, as he rounded a large gray and high cliff, he made it to a metal rail, separating the edge of the cliff from the highway. He bent over the edge of the rail and looked over the misty waters of Lake Palo. Devon Town was tiny, the lake was it’s main attraction.
“Sylfie…” the voice that spoke her name was cold and violet. Breathing out a misty blue and allowing the cool night air to evaporate the pain that showed in it. Lost in the wind now howling and the car speeding behind him, to turn the corner and head back toward town. The headlights flashed over his figure, a good 6 feet of it. He stood up and turned again, growling a little. He was unable to find her; the one girl who made him smile; the one girl who understood. She was everything, but misinterpretations can always ruin the most perfect relationship. “..where’d you go to?”
I’m breathing? Why!? Why am I breathing!? I panicked…didn’t I? I made it back to surface!? I, I panicked and swam, with every last bit of pity and wreathing left in this torn and bloody mess I call a soul? I’m lying on the ground, choking, gasping, begging for air; for forgiveness. My mind has suddenly gained enough oxygen to bring thought back to me. I’m crying. Warm water mixing over the bitter cold of my skin. May hair is matted to anywhere it can reach, ‘specially my face. Life…life, life, life. I should’ve ******** ended it no?
He wasn’t worth my time, never was. Why is reality always slapping me late. It’s almost like it hesitates for me. The death of my mom made it pity me. So now, it hits me at the last minute, and then curses me for my mistake. Not really following the true definition of pity, right? I look up. I’m able to stand apparently. I’m wobbling, or my body’s being dragged. I can’t tell. My vision is blurred and I’m still gasping and choking. Yeah, I’m the one moving my body. I never realized the woods by the lake were so deep; so hauntingly terrifying at night. I feel watched, I start to run. Well, limp faster then a person with a broken limb. The bloods rushing back to certain places of my body, causing my head to start throbbing indescribably. My legs turn to rubber and I nearly fall. Then I run into a tree. Damn it’s dark. I hope it was a tree. The bark scratched against my forehead as it made impact and I fell backward, the tips of my knees bending and brushing roughly against the hard dark wood. Now I’m injured.
I get up and try to run, try to remember my way out of this hell. This mind altering darkness that could drive the sanest man out of his boat. Feeding himself to the fishes. A hard, cold substance crashed against the front of my body. I feel my legs twitch angrily at how clumsy I am, and my head screams in agony. It wants to kill me, for everything I’m putting it through. I realize I fell, and I’m lying on the ground. Another sharp pang entered my side when I rose, and I winced, biting the inside of my lower lip hard to keep from screaming. I’m afraid I’ll awaken something, I don’t necessarily want to mess with. Not in my condition. I start running again, then I hit something hard, narrow and warm. Flesh. Oh god, it was flesh! Something here. A voice, so cold and gentle at the same time.
“What are you doing here Sylfie!?”
Why does it sound so hurt? Arms, hands? They’re grabbing me up off the ground and holding on to me, making me cry and yell. The pain in my chest rising hurt into my chest and through the rest of my torso. The arms released me and held me, at what I could assume was arms length.
“You’re hurt?”
No ******** duh I’m hurt. Then again, whoever this is can’t tell, it’s much to dark. I start shaking; my entire body vibrating violently. The arms grab me up again and despite my screams of detest, I’m heaved upward and carried. It’s running with me? My body is held like a small child, I’m tiny so that wasn’t very hard for whoever this is. I feel my arms crushed up against my chest and my feet dangling like lifeless masses at the end of my rubbery legs. Light….oh god, light has never looked so good in my entire life…
“We found her wandering around the Pewes.” A male voice explained. It was gingered, young and kind; almost saddened too. A small body was resting side ways on a mat not too far from the dimly lit room and a deeper, more adult voice sighed.
“Thank you for finding her…I cannot believe she was down there at this time of night.” It sounded disappointed though relieved this person was alright.
The younger voice laughed; such a, cheery, handsome laugh. “Well sir, maybe she got lost.”
“I doubt it Darren. She’s all wet, I’d have to say my daughter was trying something.”
The young man, now named Darren sighed and shook his head. Grey eyes leaning sideways in their sockets to glance over at the female figure, placed loftily on a warm green bedspread. The darkness of her moist black hoody and soaked blue jeans made her look dull and dead against the lime. Her back was facing them, so she honestly did look deceased; tossed carelessly anywhere. He frowned painfully just looking at her. The hazel eyed man noticed, and patted the young man on the shoulder.
“Sylfie will live, she’s a really strong girl…just like her mother.”
Darren merely nodded and looked down, the frown still flattened onto his lips. His hair was matted and wet spots doused over in his bright blue t-shirt and short, mossy hair pleated over his head. Tan skin looked moist from carrying the girl to the home onto of the hill. It was a fair walk, but he played a variety of sports, it was no obstacle to him. He had strong arms, that of a man much older then he. And he was large for 16; towering over the short, but much older man by a good amount of inches.
“Hey, Mr.Durem…do you know if…she’s alright? I mean, really, really alright?” Concern beckoned in his voice.
The older man nodded and gave the teen a reassuring smile. “But of course. I believe you should get home…would you like a ride?
A nod was made and the two males headed toward the front door of the small house, slamming it shut and locking it before the care engine started not too far away. Headlights shone through the girls’ window and she stared at it, like she had been the entire time.
I hate you
And all that you’ve done
The way you brought her gone with your gun
You liar
And you broken fraud!
You hurt her!
Massacred her!
That’s why she’s gone!
“I’ll fulfill my dream, before he does it for me.”
With that, the blade was risen and it was over in a matter of seconds. Before the pale, most porcelain figure next to her. Pale hazel, god so pale; nearly clouded over. Long ebony hair lay out over the ivory sheet; deep red spreading lightly across the fabric toward the motionless doll.
She was my witness. The one he stole away. She saw my deed and smiled from her burning hell, laughing crazed at the agony, laughing happily as she saw her spawn risen from the earth to join her in her final realm.
And when the devil returned, he would find he was left alone, for a tortured soul is a useless one. So she released it from her living world into one a new. Happily at that, she bid fair well to no one, and set off on her departure. He grew angry. He lashed against the dolls. The torn and perfected one. The smaller, less perfected one. He cried and laughed, and cursed and whined. Lashing against them with every ounce of sanity left in his being. Until they were no longer recognizable his wife and daughter.
