Ka boom!!
The lightning struck a tree in
two outside, sending the large pieces of splintered wood crashing in separate
directions. One of them just happened to fall on a handicapped man. But even if
that large unvarnished log hadn’t fallen on him, one would he was already
paralyzed for life.
Just certain words came out as
the rain clouded up the window, rendering all the rest of the world and the
gory scene of blood covering the green grass and cold gray pavement spilling from
the handicapped man’s wounds, blurry.
“I pity you.”
And I also wish that I were you.
The rain just fell, like drops of
my own blood flowing through my veins out of a fresh wound. A fresh
wound...that just refuses to heal.
Such gray skies – just darkening
evermore – like my mood must be now. Just bitter and ready to strike out at
anyone or anything. Not caring. Just not caring…
But will there be a rainbow this
time? Ah, how much I hate it so. How I hate those bright colors. Before things
were different. Before everything was fine…But I began to worry…and everything
just slipped away…
Slipped away like my last breath
on Earth…
I couldn’t even say those damned
words.
That face haunts me - never
leaves my mind. It just stays – fixed there forever to torture me and lower me
slowly into insanity’s awaiting grasp. And agonizingly so, insanity seems to
enjoy the show with mock amusement and sheer cruelty.
Oh, how fate plays with the lives
of the many.
How cruel a punishment it all
seems now and so ironic. Those words used to escape my lips so often back then.
They used to brighten or confuse people…Now all these words said or will
be…mean nothing.
All of the heart means nothing.
Anguish, angst, jealousy,
fear…love. Have no meaning.
All is lost.
But…that face…
“I pity you.”
…Those words…
Still have some meaning…some
small insignificant meaning…
“I hate you.”
…They shed tears not so long ago.
And still, it flows…and this misery will never end. Covering the window –
clouding it. Making it blurry and unable to focus.
But still it makes out the
colors. Red mixing and overlapping with the green and gray. Of course, now the
red was only making a futile, useless battle that it will surely lose.
All is lost.
And it all just faded away in the
end, succumbing to the green. All
vision fades away…now to the gray…and the green.
“Don’t care, don’t give a damn.”
Going cold…so cold.
“You’re not and never will be…my
sister!!!”
…’I pity you.’…
* * *
“Persea nee-san…?” Emerald called
from outside her sister’s door. She had heard Persea yell out while she was on
her way to the study room.
Emerald knew how her older sister
could be like – especially on days like these…the it rained very hard.
Persea would be upset beyond belief.
Hearing no answer, Emerald timidly
opened the door and found her sister gazing out her window, a glazed and bored
look in her sapphire eyes.
“Nee-san. Can you come and help me
with my studies today?” Emerald asked.
Persea averted her stare and looked
at her younger half-sister. She smiled a small and rueful smile, one that she
had been using for nearly 15 years straight.
She sighed resignedly.
“Sure, why not?” she answered in her
half husky half tired way, getting up from her seat.
This made Emerald very happy and
made her giggle with glee. Though Persea smiled ruefully and sorrowfully, it
was almost as rare as her father’s smiles.
Persea’s smile widened to a cocky
grin and she tousseled Emerald’s long blonde hair, then began walking towards
the study room.
She sighed inwardly.
Author’s note: So what do you think?
If you haven’t noticed who’s POV it was…well…if my writing is that bad…it was
supposed to be Persea and how she sees the relationship between herself and her
sister. And you can definitely tell that she hates it!! But everyday, she lives
on and lives with the fact she’s got a sister and she can’t do a thing about
it. *to all the people who thought that she couldn’t write anything remotely
serious* See!!! I can be serious, too, you know!!! *sticks her tongue out in a
very childish manner* Nyah!! Anyways….flames? On second thought…flames sent
will be used to fuel the fires of Hell. Comments? Send them over!!! I love
critism. Mail me at painfulsins@hotmail.com .