The Death Of My Friend...The Murderer

"You don't always get to chose what happens to you in your life. Sometimes it's good...but sometimes it's horrific."-MCM


Starring in horror at what I was witnessing, I fought against the restraining arms that kept me from rushing to my friend. I’d been screaming for so long that I hardly even noticed that I was anymore. I had to stop her. Every nerve in my body LONGED to stop her. “No!” I shouted, “Don’t do it! You can come back now… we won’t hold it against you. We know why you killed him!” The wind on the bridge whipped around me. Jack’s arms had not loosened one bit since I’d first tried to pull Emilee Back from the edge of the bridge. “Please! Don’t jump…he’s gone now. He can never hurt you again!” Emilee turned to look at me from her position near the railing of the bridge. A tear sat on her cheek, her eyes sad and empty. “I had to…I couldn’t let him hit me anymore…” She whispered. “I know.” I assured her. “WE know.” I looked back at Jack making sure for myself that he did in fact understand. “Emilee, come away from the railing.” Jack spoke for the first time since he’d pulled my away from the knife in Emilee’s hand. The knife that she had used to kill her father.

“I know you care…you’ve always cared and helped me get through it all. The beatings, the shouting, and the pain of when my father was drunk. You were there for me through ALL of the abuse. Again…and again.” When she spoke, more tears came spilling out of her eyes. And as they did, several fell out of mine. “Please…” I whispered. “Please don’t jump. He’s dead! Gone! He’ll never touch you or shout at you for anything again!” She turned to look at me. “It doesn’t matter…I can still feel him. I remember every bruise, every broken bone, and every hit that he gave me. I remember him shouting at me we I walked through the front door and when he threatened me. I remember all of it. And…And I can’t SHUT IT OFF! I can’t make the noise stop!” She climbed up on the railing. I sobbed and threw myself out of Jack’s arms with so much force that it took him off guard. “Come back down.” I said as I ran up to her. “Talk to me! Please stop this!” She looked at my face. “Don’t be sad. I need this. I need to be free of my memories…of their torture. And this is the only way.” She lifted up her face and arms to the sky, as if to fly away. “Emilee…” She looked back at me. “Emilee…please, don’t.” I wiped my tears off my face to get a better look at her. “Please…” I whispered. “Please…” She smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry Alise.” I screamed and fell in a crumpled heap on the ground as she stepped off the railing gracefully, and plummeted off the bridge.
©2008

Death from Lack Of Fear

When President Roosevelt Franklin said 'We have nothing to fear but fear itself.' ...isn't that only true to a certain extent?....

"Fear is neither good nor bad. It is a necessity. Without it we become reckless. No one enjoys fear, but that's part of being human." -MCM


I back into the cave, my gun in it's holster at my waist. I was ready for this. He wouldn't dare to come near me now. Why should I fear him? Everyone regards me as a heroine. They admire me. It's only a matter of time until he thinks of me the same way. I'm not afraid of him. I'm not afraid of any one or anything. As, I continued to ponder this I proceeded farther and farther into the damp darkness of the cave. A twig snaps and I'm lurched back out of my thoughts and into reality. My hand fly's to the loaded gun at my side, my stance is ready, waiting. I turn swiftly with a triumphant smirk upon my face, prepared to shoot down my opponent. But...there's no one there. I relax my position, confused perhaps, but unconcerned. My courage was immense. Stretching out far beyond any other man or woman.

I move to turn around, but my face meets something cold and hard. A laugh emerges from somewhere in the pitch black of my so called fortress. Being held in place by the unknown object pressed against my cheek, I was unable to SEE who it was...but I knew. And I couldn't believe it. It was him. The very opponent I had been hunting only moments ago. I couldn't be sure because it had been so long, but i was almost positive that the shiver that ran down my spine, was actually fear. I haven't feared anything for years. To feel it now...was life changing. And I had a feeling...it wasn't a good change.

©2008

Love Hurts

"Love will build you up, tear you down, give you strength, and weaken you. But you use all your heart to love. Whether it's whole, or broken into little pieces." -MCM


I walked down the road recklessly. Not caring whether I slipped on the icy ground or not. I didn't care about anything anymore. My heart ached inside me. This could NOT have happened. Why? I was always perfect. I was...in love. Things like this didn't happen to people who were in love. It wasn't right! It wasn't fair! He was supposed to care...to love me back like he always said he had. I thought i could at least trust the man i loved. But...i guess I can't. I guess you can't trust anyone. The worst part isn't that he betrayed me though, it's that I loved him when he wasn't hurting me, I loved him when I began to see things changing, when he became more and more distant and detached. I loved him when I KNEW inside it was HER. When I knew that he was going to leave me alone. When he was leaving me for her. I loved him when my heart was still whole...but worst of all. I love him now when it's broken.

©2008