Fallen Sacrifice

Fallen Sacrifice

A Story by Alicia Nicole

My name is Evelyn Rose and this is how my story begins. It's mid June, 1823. As I awaken the sun has barely risen above the beauty that is Rome. I stare blankly into the nothingness as the same thoughts overwhelm my mind with a breath taking confusion. I can still feel their eyes boring holes into every fiver of my being as they stare with a blood lust that;s filling every inch of their shallow bodies. Their manifestation is as apparent as the ravage fog that blinds my sub-conscious. I can hear they now, their voices ring all to true. My chest rises and falls with the breath that will never end. A sudden but expected pain shoots though my veins. Its time. 
You want to know more about me and that all faithful day. Don't you? Yes, I know all to well what they say, it doesn't mean I'll listen. "Secrets don't make friends." My lips echo it in a mindless following. Maybe I enjoy being shrouded in mystery looking out at you, seeing your curious stares watch my every footstep. You would never be able to fathom the possibilities and the ease of the inevitable. It's time to face the truth, it's starring you in the face. Do you even know? Maybe now I have your attention. I gave you a piece of my story. Of what it's like to live inside the heart of a beast. Just remember, while I relieve my story through your feeble beings, one minute thing. Time, does not exist. 
Many years ago I fell in love. She was the most beautiful creature that has ever fallen across my eyes unseen. I died for love, just like now, I live for it. There was a fire that shattered out illusions. The dancing flickers and brightly light hues vanished as a new flame formed, that of hatred. The vile smell of war was in the air once again. People against government, neighbor against neighbor, country against country... From the day I was born, I was prime picked; persay. My parents signed my over to the darkness. "Her love is the destruction, her smile the butterflies and her existence can be no longer after hatred has arisen." Awesome bed time story, right? I never could quite grasp it's meaning till the battered hands whipped away my resistance. My shaken body was swallowed with his strength as his fingers tips forced my eyelids to remain ajar. My very love was tore to pieces. Every limb ripped from jointed harbor, every fibrous muscle strewn from bone. Screams ripped though my heart and swollen pain oozed from every pore. Wings 5 feet long erupted from my back. A cloak of words fell ill like a cloak and tattooed my pale skin. The feeling of stinging nettles sensitized my finger tips as I tore at a mad mans flesh. My love became the destruction.  Anger lashed as I felt acid trip down my back. My wings had vanished and I became the fallen. I sacrificed my very life for your ungratefulness. Not by choose, by lose. I believe I died then as your last breathe brushed the hair for my tear stained cheeks. 
Understand if you can, forget if you decide. You would be nothing without me.
You always find your way to bring me back. Make me listen a little longer, a little harder. Make me stay for the time it takes. It's always what it takes to let you sleep at night. You took everything from me. My existence is no longer. Thanks to your incompetence I am no more who I was. Now I'm a creation, nothing more then a simple mistake. I hear your every thought, those whispers that travel from synapse to synapse. Another wrinkle in time is what it all becomes. I speak to you all. Every one of you hearing the venom pour from my gaping mouth. You all in one way or another are the reason I'm still here walking with you, my identity hidden from even the truest souls. Every mistake, every silent spoken word, every action and every gaze. Someone knows... Someone with the most glorious wings that absorb the splendor of your blissful lies. I am all that I speak of. I fly off your very miss given presence. I am the Fallen Sacrifice. 

© 2011 Alicia Nicole


Author's Note

Alicia Nicole
This is an older writing of mine. I dusted it off a little and made a few changes. Comments would be greatly appreciated.

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That was really interesting! I liked it olot :) There were a few grammar mistakes but other than that this was a pretty flawless piece. I liked the feeling of darkness and stuff... Really nice work.

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Added on November 26, 2011
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