I sit there, in the large field of night.
My silver dress fans out around me as I cross my legs and set my tired arms in my lap.
I grow exhausted and weak.
I keep my head down now- letting my black hair cover my tears.
they sting.
A young boy comes into view across from me.
Though he is older than myself.
He runs closer and closer to me, as I wonder if he can actually see me.
Of course, he does.
I raise my head, and recognize him immediately.
I cock my head to the side in astonishement and weariness.
Is it really him? Or is it a dream. Again.
Yes.
But how? How is this possible?
I have worry for him already. He is my own brother.
A part of my new family, from my past life.
I stand and he runs into my arms, crying himself.
I remember now.
Why I was crying, and why he is now.
I whisper to him- "The battles are over"
I am overwhelmed by my own words.
A hand touches my shoulder, and I turn to see our father, our mother, and our sisters.
Everyone together and ready.
We are strong now, and forevermore.
*This piece took me A long time to complete, especially because this is completly different from my original idea of a girl watching everyone else as they try to find themselves, when she already has.
Then, I thought of making the boy my son, and we are finally reunited that way. I hope everyone likes it like this, and please comment!*
She felt his cold hands. Moving feeling. And rubbing her arms as he gave her his best kiss.
He cupped her breast as his other hand wrapped around her waist.
She let her own hands travel around his neck and he pulled her against him from the waist. Still kissing, she fell backwards onto the bed. Before she knew it, they were both nude and he was pushing into her. She moaned, making him push in harder. Faster.
He gently sucked at her bare neck, making blood show from just under the flesh.
Suddenly, the door burst open just as it was getting even more incredible, and they both jumped. She even screamed- for a good reason.
A man, drenched in blood, staggered into the room and collapsed on the floor.
The blood was pooling from his head, and organs were just starting to become visible from his stomach.
He was breathing hard between the yells.
Almost as if the injured man had gone insane.
The girl turned her face into her lover's chest and he shielded her, wrapping his arms around her shivering body.
He could feel her warm tears and wet eyelashes against his skin.
"What is the meaning of this?!" He yelled to the now- freezing air.
She began to tremble, still crying.
They finally came in from shock and called an ambulance.
The man died before the phone call ended.
The couple was dressed by the time the vehicle got to the apartnment, and went to the hospital with them, as witnesses.
When the body was cleaned, the guy recognized his grandfather on the metal suergons' table.
To this day, they swear that when it is quiet enough, they can still hear his last scream during any kind of sex act.
COMMENTS
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typeopositive
21:37 Jul 17 2009
beautiful. i love it!
LordWolf
06:36 Aug 05 2009
its very touching...the ending has hope...i rather expected something horrible to happen LOL
~W~