the bells chime right on time

devotion? to the end

the bells chime one

a large wooden stage is being built up

with a removable floor and everything

i gather my shawl around my shoulders

a black, lacy shawl

the sky is overcast, and it displays my mood

i scowl

the stage is being pushed and prodded and it begins to emerge clearly

a tall beam rises above the flat surface

my face contorts again

the bells chime two

a cold wind blows over me

the crowd begins to gather, there must have been word going around

people get so excited over these things

i ask myself why i'm here

i can't give myself an answer

my knees knock against each other

the bells chime three

a rush of fear flows through me

i see you walk onto the stage

well, more like being dragged

i grimace

bruises and cuts spot your face

you look so pale

you walk so uncertainly, as if every step could lead you to the abyss

i suppose you'd be right

nobody bothers to put a bag over your head or anything

my grip tightens on my shawl

you spot me in the crowd and give me the most sincere smile you've ever given me

that smile, i knew,

would haunt me for the rest of my days

the floor came out, and the rope around your neck tightens

your neck breaks instantly, i'm almost glad

to see your motionless body, dangling

kills me