Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2010 13:38:56 GMT -5
Just something I wrote for a challenge based on the concept of "Hold My Hand".
Reviews and constructive critisism welcome.
It was his eyes that captured me, you know. He had the most beautiful clear blue eyes I’d ever seen surrounded by lovely long, dark lashes. On any other man it would have been feminine, but on him it was just perfect and he was just so enchanting... no, his eyes were. They were compelling... when he looked at you just so, you’d do anything he asked without question. I never realised until much later what exactly was going on, when he started ‘asking’ me to do things I never would otherwise... I say ‘asking’ because really, you had no choice. If he even suggested it, you’d find yourself hurrying to do it to please him.
I’ve learnt my lesson from this, I swear, and it was a bitter one at that - Never agree to help someone. They always end up wanting more than you can give, even him in the end.
At first it was a joke... just a bit of fun, he’d Tell me. I don’t remember when it all started getting serious - although I remember the day it all finally got too much for me, when he asked too much of me. I wanted to leave but he persuaded me to stay, Telling me that he needed me... He eased my fears and talked me back into picking up the meat cleaver...
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day, no matter how many pills the doctors give me. Nothing can erase that day from my memory... I still see the blood on my hands...
He Told me I fainted, but blood has never been a problem for me - I used to be a nurse in A&E. What I do remember never fails to make me feel sick, or rather, what I felt that day never fails to turn my stomach. Some part of me enjoyed what he Told me to do. Some part of me didn’t want to stop chopping, and enjoyed watching the blood splattering everywhere...
I almost can’t believe that I could do something so terrible and be... excited... about and by it... It’s unbearable, the thoughts of what I could do, what I am capable of... of what he could have Asked me to do, and then Told me to forget.
I find myself in the kitchen some days, just fingering the blades of the knives. Strange how I never cut myself since that day with him.
I can’t help staring out of my kitchen window - I can see his old house and I can’t stop staring at it, imagining him inside.
Not since the day he made me smile while I cut off my own hand.
That was almost six months ago now, and I know a secret. Everyone thinks he’s gone to Australia for a year or two... I know better. Just like me, he doesn’t leave his house anymore. He sits by the window, the one I can see from my kitchen, just staring into nothing.
Some days he sits looking at my window and some days, I wave at him with what is left of my right hand.
I laugh every single day since I cut his beautiful crystal blue’s from his head while he slept. They’re on my kitchen windowsill, looking at him for a change.
He can’t make me do anything anymore.
© 2009 Allusyen
Reviews and constructive critisism welcome.
It was his eyes that captured me, you know. He had the most beautiful clear blue eyes I’d ever seen surrounded by lovely long, dark lashes. On any other man it would have been feminine, but on him it was just perfect and he was just so enchanting... no, his eyes were. They were compelling... when he looked at you just so, you’d do anything he asked without question. I never realised until much later what exactly was going on, when he started ‘asking’ me to do things I never would otherwise... I say ‘asking’ because really, you had no choice. If he even suggested it, you’d find yourself hurrying to do it to please him.
I’ve learnt my lesson from this, I swear, and it was a bitter one at that - Never agree to help someone. They always end up wanting more than you can give, even him in the end.
At first it was a joke... just a bit of fun, he’d Tell me. I don’t remember when it all started getting serious - although I remember the day it all finally got too much for me, when he asked too much of me. I wanted to leave but he persuaded me to stay, Telling me that he needed me... He eased my fears and talked me back into picking up the meat cleaver...
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day, no matter how many pills the doctors give me. Nothing can erase that day from my memory... I still see the blood on my hands...
He Told me I fainted, but blood has never been a problem for me - I used to be a nurse in A&E. What I do remember never fails to make me feel sick, or rather, what I felt that day never fails to turn my stomach. Some part of me enjoyed what he Told me to do. Some part of me didn’t want to stop chopping, and enjoyed watching the blood splattering everywhere...
I almost can’t believe that I could do something so terrible and be... excited... about and by it... It’s unbearable, the thoughts of what I could do, what I am capable of... of what he could have Asked me to do, and then Told me to forget.
I find myself in the kitchen some days, just fingering the blades of the knives. Strange how I never cut myself since that day with him.
I can’t help staring out of my kitchen window - I can see his old house and I can’t stop staring at it, imagining him inside.
Not since the day he made me smile while I cut off my own hand.
That was almost six months ago now, and I know a secret. Everyone thinks he’s gone to Australia for a year or two... I know better. Just like me, he doesn’t leave his house anymore. He sits by the window, the one I can see from my kitchen, just staring into nothing.
Some days he sits looking at my window and some days, I wave at him with what is left of my right hand.
I laugh every single day since I cut his beautiful crystal blue’s from his head while he slept. They’re on my kitchen windowsill, looking at him for a change.
He can’t make me do anything anymore.
© 2009 Allusyen