Unfaithful

This is not yet a complete story. It is a true story and if you don't have to stop and think about what you've just read. You probably don't understand the story all the way and this is for the broken

 Memory should be the most cherished to one's point of view, it was the most dangerous to mine. I remember everything and everyone around me told me it was time to let go, that I was worthless. They wondered why a creature like me would even be existent, I remember looking at myself in the mirror and whispering the words " I hate you, you think they envy you will no one can despise you more then I do". I then heard your voice saying what are you doing? You said it was time to go although everything around me, including myself were numb. Every time my heart see something even as shallow as your shadow, my broken spirit revives. Life is mischievous and brings up doubts on if the battle is worth it. I think of you and I know that life is truly worth the fight

                                         _ Christela P. Merling A. Thinleay P. Brianna R. 

   She is as beautiful as the diamonds in the sky, like Krystal she is fragile and breakable. She should be the most cherished, He vowed to protect her. She gazed up as she watched the pedals fall one by one, Then she felt the hurt, she hatefully watched the others, she was neither evil or jealous she was simply broken. He guarded her with his  words and he mocked her with yours. They laughed at the rest, has he not felt the shame? Trusting someone with something as precious and fragile as her heart is like trusting your sworn enemy with a knife and she new it, yet she dared to take a chance. She stumbled down and  felt nothing but the cold stones of the earth where is your love?

     The heat that came out of your mouth did darken me. But is still not men or woman enough to turn me into ashes. The things you say can no longer harm me , I've ridden the train to hell to many times to not know what real pain is.The words you said to me had me feeling like heaven on Earth. The words you whispered cut and burn deeper then the flames of hell. 

    How dare you tell me you love me to my face, but when I fell the laughter I heard belong to no one but the wicked sound of your voice? The more u talk to me the more u hurt me. The more you look at me the more you remind me how ugly I am. It is faster and easier to say i love you then I hate you, Because that requires honesty. Tell me how you really feel? nothing but regret. At the first critic and comment he charged her, without any doubt she was defeated. She came out of the first round of Russian roulette, yes she knows how to move around bullets. She feels as if she just ran in over time at the shift of life, she remember being dragged down she didn't even care to help herself. He swung at her none stop all she could do was wonder why. 

    Like a lion she rose with the most reckless yet fierce look, 10,000 pairs of eyes as she felt it laze-ring through her. Her hair looked as wild as a lions mare, she felt stronger then the mountains themselves. She felt ready for more, she felt as if the tides he brought a long to wash her off were to coward. 

 A cold apology is the weakest and poorest way to say " This is who I am" As he said the words she was furious because all she remembered was cold water being her best friend. She remember not being able to ask for help, and all she could do was lay in the cold tub and bathe in her own blood. So where is the liberty for that one soul who's life is not her own? Everyone longs for liberty, freedom but the cruelty that abides in us enables us to express true joy or love. Well let me tell you how I really feel, hate I hate you.

Although he promised to protect her he couldn't help but laugh at her foolishness. 

What was done yesterday can not be undone but I know for a fact there is a way to fix it. Just wish you were here to help me figure it out

  -1-

Stoned, crushed and defeated, that's how she felt laying there in the dark shallow corner waiting for that one touch.  " Although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me, your rod...", fear took over her body as she heard the clasp. Each footstep sung her a an impish melody, a very familiar one. She wasn't ready for it, how could she be? she was never giving the chance to heal.

       Dear Destiny,

I hear the sobs, I feel the hurt, I am shivering from the rising air of  your gelid tears. The case has already been set, yet you are to weak & selfish to deliver me out of this trial. I am looking up at you from this cage and I'm wondering, when will you set me free?

                                                                                                                                                   your dearest

           The night was trivial and calamitous, that wasn't unusual, but the way she felt? The way she felt was prominent. Destiny painfully dragged her trounced body off the ground , she felt heavier then ever. She glared at the glass it was broken into a million carefully carved pieces of glass. It was so thin that her fainted spirit was made visible again. She fiercely stare back at the images, she saw him, Destiny couldn't bare the sight of them rejoicing on the fact that she was not an equal. She felt the the oil dripping from her face, not tears but oil, olive oil. " Yes even the dead may weep". She whispered.

      Dear Destiny 

Why have you forsaken me? How loud do you laugh when you wake up sore because of what they've done to me? Do you not feel the weight? The weight Destiny it's getting heavier,  the colors are changing, when will you set me free?

                                                                                                                              your dearest

" Zero", Destiny spit out the words a ball of fire coming out with each letter, she was enraged. The number was tattooed all over her along with the scornful scars she was condemned with. The morning came in and did not seem like a new day, just the continuation of another dark one. Either she rose up, remembering the time she use to feel even more beautiful then sparkling morning roses, those days were no longer hers. Today she was geared up ready to hit the battlefield she was ready, then she saw the face...

Author's Note

Just forget about the moment when you read this remember who you are, who you were and what you been through, no one knows better then you. Just think