Saturday, October 18, 2008

Chapter 3

Blood
12.2.2004
11.30 pm

Bright light flashed through the night's sky. The little girl's mind flashed to that moment when the flash blinded, the sound deafened, and the grey matter splattered.

Julie's bed hugged her as she flew under the covers and dug into the bed. She was underneath the covers, hiding herself from the scary dark world that was around her.

She was broken on the inside; no one could understand what she had gone through. Everyone she talked to seemed to think they knew what she was going through; the truth was they didn't know the half of it. To be forced to lay there by the brutal force of your loved one, they didn't know that unless they had encountered the situation before.

Something secret taken, how could it ever come to this, she thought. I must have brought it on myself, I must have been bad, real bad to get this punishment.

How could anyone accept me? Who could ever protect me?

As she pondered the destruction that had occurred, her mind wandered deep into darkness.

~

Lights flashed. Colors swirled. Voices faded. Darkness became light. Light became color. Color became pictures. Pictures became scenes. Scenes became people. People became voices. Voices became memories of the subconscious, dreams.

A girl was in the mist of darkness, she was tucked to her knees. Darker shadows lined the darkness around her; she was trapped. The dark figures pounced on her, then a bright light flashed into the darkness, and the figures exploded. A bright glowing figure, floated to her, she had wings! The figure lifted the girl's chin, "Fear not for I am with you. He will never fail you. She will never forget you. Blood is the connection. Blood is the key. Blood is the answer. Only His blood will save. Blood is the hope, mine is your guide."

The figure's light grew dim, and her features grew faint. "I love you!" The presence of the winged had left.

~

"Nooo, mom don't leave me."

She wept in her world, the sphere she had placed around herself, her own haven.

The figure watched and listened as the child sat up and cried out, the sight brought weakness to her eyes, she couldn't help her, she couldn't calm or sooth her like she wanted to.

~

Demi's eyes popped wide, I'm losing it.

Sleep came back fast. But the next morning she wouldn't forget the spectacular visions of gilded figures in the night aiding her Beloved.

~

Six Years Later
12.2.2010

The razor glistened in the light. The hotel room was large, fully stocked and expensive. Light beams pierced through the crystalline glass. Bright beams reflected off the metal razor decorated in the middle with a cut out fancy design. Tape covered the other sharpened surface, to keep the instrument from being dangerous to the human touch.

The girl used the knife to cut through her fatal layers. She slowly and cautiously slid the blade to make the incision on her wrist. Blood pooled to the surface.

Hope had come.

~

Ouch. The woman grasped her wrist. The pain was a burning sensation, yet complete euphoria laced over the pain. The pleasure was addicting.

More, More, I must feel it more.

She lost herself to the moment of pleasure, finally she pulled herself together.

"What is your name?"

"Demi."

"What is your occupation?"

"A Children's Advocate."

"Good, now get back to helping the poor children."

She took the job to ease the pain of not being able to cope with the reality that she didn't have a child.

Demi had experienced moments like this for the past couple months, and what was worse was scars showed the world that she cuts, even though a razor had never touched her skin. Linda, her boss, saw the scars the night after the first addictive moment; she was forced to go through a month of therapy or lose her job.

The scars still remained and more kept coming.

~

Blood covered the floor beneath the girl laying on the floor. Julie's eyes fluttered open. The vision of red covered her vision of sight.

I should be dead. I surely cut deep enough this time.

She composed enough strength to lift the arm to her eye level. The miracle replaced the vision of blood, just as it had happened the past nine attempts to leave this world behind her. Not a sign of a razor piercing her flesh could be seen, the wound was gone.

The blood was the only evidence that the self-inflicted wound had in fact occurred.

Hope was all there was left.

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