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A pool of blood lay on the wooden floor of the kitchen, still fresh and warm. Fresh blood on the sofa in the living room. All the rooms were stained with someone’s blood. But the freshest was the blood in the closet; the body still warm, although dead. Eyes wide, pupils dilated, mouth wide, hands up- protesting against the disgusting torment that was about to be endured. Blood. Dripping from the start of the opened scalp down to the fingertips. More blood. Feet drenched in it. Covered in blood... from head to toe.
The house was tainted with blood. Each room, each piece of furniture, even the tiniest piece of the floor was once stained with blood. The stains may be gone, but the taste and the smell is still there; recognizable and loving. Blood would always love, would always be there, would always be warm, would always keep you alive and thinking.They didn’t deserve blood; those people. Their blood was sweet, the nectar of life, the sweetest blood was from the sourest and cruelest people. Heartless – and now, bloodless – bastards. They deserved nothing. Not even the blood that was already in them. Blood.
Yes. Blood... Blood will never leave, blood will always love, will always be warm, will always be caressing to the veins.
The love of blood was monstrous but delicious.
The two lovers sat in the chair, the woman sat on the lap of the man. They were madly in love; but they knew they couldn’t be together - they had separate lives with children and spouses. Maybe, one day, they could be together. But not now, not with this current reality, not with all their responsibilities; they didn’t like to think about these things when they were together. They were happy together, they would always be.
He kissed her cheek. She blushed and kissed his forehead. He held her closer and tighter, and they just looked into each others eyes. How could they foretell what was going to happen? Later that night they went to sleep, while holding each other close.
A woman snuck into their room; his wife. She had followed the two lovers to this hotel. He had said he was going “on a business trip for a few days”. She got a metal object out of her purse; she gripped the handle tightly, telling herself she had got this far. She went upto the woman first, and slit her throat, the man- the man that she used to love- she slit his throat after. She ran out of the hotel room, holding back the tears that were welling in her eyes. The knife left on the lovers’ bed.
The last kiss; the first true love. Lovers, eternally, they would be.
Suicide.
The word simply spurns and scorns me.
I can hear it reverberate back in my mind. Ridiculing me. Mocking me. Disdaining me.
Stop! Stop it, all of you! My head is already filled with my own regrets and sorrows, please do not add yours.
Everyday and everynight, for all eternity, I will be belittled by the voices of these bitter souls for one tragic, brainless mistake. I thought it through, sure. But I didn’t know what I’d be throwing away.
I thought I’d be throwing away a bad life; I thought it would get better. But I was obviously wrong. I saw my life a couple years from now.
Marriage... and a child. My child. My baby girl.
I wish I could go back in time and reconsider. I should have thought about the future... No. I should have thought.
I just wish I could take it all back.
But I can’t.
I guess I’ll have to face that fact.
The harsh reality of not being able to live, to love, to touch, to feel. How I will miss not doing those things again.
So I walk in this place of bitter, regretful, hurt souls.
...Suicide.
The word; it pains my heart to hear it. Ridiculing me. Mocking me. Disdaining me.
Ha, you made a mistake, didn’t you?
You made SUCH a good decision. Well done for your stupidity.
You didn’t deserve that sweet serenity – you disgusting child. How could anyone even call you a human being?
Sure you did.
Yes, you should have. But you were too stupid to.
Marriage. Supposedly it is a sacred bond between husband and wife – love, passion, comfort; but this lasts only for a while, until new opportunities arise and temptations appear.
******
For the love of the kids,
We must stay together.
For the love of the money,
We must stay together.
For the love of the houses
And the simplicity of it all,
We must stay together.
But should we stay together...
If we don’t love each other at all?
Should our marriage be based
On the money and the kids and
Not the fact we don’t feel the same Anymore?
******
Marriage may last, marriage may perish, but always know this – At one point or another, man and wife will have loved each other; well, maybe not loved, but at least liked.
Once shared the passion, the comfort and perhaps even the love; but maybe, one day, for some, that will end and heartbreak and heartache will begin – Maybe it will end, but maybe it will not; Who knows?
She feared everything and nothing. For to fear but only one thing was not fear in itself. Fear was an obsession. A love. A want. A need.
She knew nothing else but to fear and be feared by others who had feared her for many years. But there was a man who had a great fear. He loved her from afar. Her porcelain skin was beautiful, along with the stunning features of her face, her long, black hair and grey eyes. His fear was great, indeed:
He looked out of his window to gaze at her for a while. He smiled softly and sighed but snapped back as soon as he saw her looking out of her window. She looked at him and she smiled a smile that seemed less than a smile, and she feared she was falling in love. The fear of losing sent chills up her spine.
The fear might consume her, the fear might not- but fear would almost certainly win, so when he proposed she choked on her words and feared that it was a joke. He promised it wasn’t a joke, he promised he would never lie to her, but she only feared that he did lie.
So they promised to elope to some chapel in the country side. They wed and a baby came soon after, making her fear less – but still, she feared a lot, and fret, she did. They loved each other, and they feared together, but one comforted another when they feared too much. But soon after their third child was born her fears were realized and he became sick and feeble, and she feared he would die; but in the end she was wrong and they grew happy and old, and the fear had vanished from their lives. Their love was undying and the fear (although there was still a little in the air) was not thought about.
