SweetheartA Story by CamYousefpourA short story to chill you to your bones. Not that that's not a sentence full of cliches ;)Nothing could terminate the pain. Nothing. Every night I endured the same torture; the bewildered expression on her face; her last breath a steamy smudge in the cold air. I hadn’t anticipated this; her never-ending shriek; my groan; the agony of it all. Every . . . single . . . night. Nobody understands my terror. Their words don’t seem to make sense. I’m helpless. As soon as I slip out of consciousness, the memories flood back. I see the knife held awkwardly in my tremulous hand and watch helplessly as it plunges into her chest. I see her beautiful face break into another smile; she hasn’t realised what’s happening – thinks it is all a dream. But as she collapses and I see blood, the colour of rubies, dye her stitched flowers crimson on her scintillating dress, I know it is for real. I try to stop it. In vain. Why? Jealousy, revenge. I saw her on the eve of our wedding in the garden. In the arms of another. And now, as I write this down to finally unleash my terrifying secret, I sense her presence and slowly turn around. But everything’s wrong. I’m confused. I’m not asleep. Terrified, I glance at her face, now lacking beauty; it’s ashen, the skin tightly drawn across her cheekbones. Her emaciated limbs move in restricted, jerky motions. I notice the flash of a blade clutched in her hand. “Happy wedding anniversary, sweetheart.” © 2009 CamYousefpourAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 16, 2009 AuthorCamYousefpourUnited KingdomAboutHi, So, Im a girl who loves writing, and has completed a fantasy novel. Im totally into music and art too - I play the violin and draw nature all the time. My favourite book ever would probably .. more..Writing
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