Ever higher I flew towards the final confrontation, knowing all the while that this could only be my end. I pitched and dodged with my sword in hand. I spread my wings and took my stand. My heart was pierced, my hands bled, and in my pain I dropped my head. As I fell I saw below, the world I had fought for covered in snow. Like a pearl it looked in perfect white, lit by iridescent light. I closed my eyes and winced in pain as the falling rain ignored me. The thunder around me croaked and roared. Thinking back to the days when I didnt fear, when I didnt worry, when I was free and they where always near. I struck the earth and it heaved and groaned as it tumbled from beneath me. It trembled like mad to shake me off as I shuddered from cold and spat blood as I coughed causing more pain. Smashed to the ground again as before, I had not one reason to hope. I waited for him to smash his fist into my chest and finish me off. Tears began to run down my cheeks not wanting to stop as I tried to find some strength to help me pull through. Then I began to think about what my aunt once told me: If it doesnt kill you, it will make you stronger. In all the years I listened to my aunts advice, I chose now to question her: If what doesnt kill you makes you makes you stronger then what use is strength when you died long ago inside and how did I become so strong against those I love yet so weak against those I needed the strength to fight? I truly had become a fallen angel with nothing more to fight for. I could no longer hold onto something I never truly had. Why do I keep fighting, why wont I just give up? Suddenly finding the strength once again, I got to my feet and paced myself for his next punch. I wasnt going to give up; I couldnt give up because without me my little brother, Christopher, would be left to fight this monster by himself. My side began to ache as his left fist met my hip. He can use me for a punching bag all her wants, but I will not let him touch Christopher or our mother, I wouldnt let him, her would have to go through me first, and I will never stop fighting for them, they would be free, even if it meant giving my life for theirs. Quickly looking around I spotted my sword which I had dropped when I had fallen to the ground. Turning to look the man who had haunted my dreams, tormented my every waking moment, I searched his bloody, green eyes for his next move. After searching for a few minutes, his eyes started to wander to my side on the ground where the sword lay undisturbed. Turning to my right, we both raced towards the sword. My fingures barely touched the bottom tip of the sword when he snatched it off the ground and laughed at me. The sound of the laugh that had tortured me as a young girl sent a shiver down my spine as I thought about the first time mom had introduced the man of her dreams to Christopher and me. Our future father was nice until they moved in together, then he turned into an abusive, monster. Death began to march towards us, waiting to take one or maybe both of us to our final resting place. A shimmer caught my eye before it had the chance to hit my neck. The sword came slashing down a few inches away from me, giving me just the right amount of time I needed to come to my senses. Quickly hitting his knee with the heel of my boots, I listened as he cried out in pain: Youll pay for that, you little b***h. He slowly began to stagger towards me. Using all the strength he had, he drove the sword down into the earth where I lay. Rolling to my side, I kicked once again, this time I knocked the sword out of his large, greasy hands. Standing up my cheek was introduced to the palm of his hand which knocked me back to the ground. Looking down at me, he roared: Why couldnt you behave like all the others? Meeting his eyes I snapped: I am not a porcelain doll and no matter how hard you try, you will never break me, not even in death. Shocked at how strong my voice was I got to my feet and looked down at the sword between us covered in mud. Before I could count to three we where both racing towards it. Sliding into the mud, I grasped the sword, turned my back to the mud to look him in the eyes one last time. I wanted to see the fear in his eyes. We are free of you; you will never touch or hurt us again. Jabbing the sword into his heart, I watched as he fell face down in the mud. Sitting there, I let the rain weave in and out of my hair and down my mud and blood splattered body. I was fifteen and free of my stepfather. He could no longer hurt me; I was finally free of him. I would no longer have to lie to my friends or miss school.
Gods Concubine Twilight · Wed Jan 30, 2008 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |