Animeboo
12-11-2007, 09:57 PM
-One Side-
The streets became blurry as my tears clouded my vision. Who could have done such a thing? Why could he have done such a thing? Those were the only thoughts that ran through my scrambled mind. Did I even know where I was anymore? No, I didn't; because I could not see or feel anything but pain. I had to stop running, I knew I couldn't go on like this. I knew no one was following me; if he had been, I would've been dead by now. I stopped my running but could not support my own body any longer. I was so dizzy and even Tokyo's winter chill could not make my heart stop thumping outside my chest.
I wasn't sure if I would fall backward or forward... Hell, I wasn't sure if I was even standing anymore. Next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees. Oh God... the tears were coming again and this time I couldn't stop them by running of fear.
My mother... my father... my sisters and brothers... I wondered for but split second if I would ever see them again, but I knew I would never... Dead. All dead... I gripped my jean jacket closer to my body.
I don't know how long I was crying, I don't remember how long it had been, but the picture of the man that killed them would forever be burned in the deepest part of my mind. I swore that night I would kill the man that ruined my life...
-The Other-
I threw the gun out the window and into the bushes, not daring to slip off my gloves just yet. One got away... but, I just couldn't kill her... I couldn't... I walked, silently into another room, which, appearantly, was the dining room, for there was a large table in the middle, under a gorgous chandelier. I opened up my gym bag and got out my other pair of clothes, for the black outift I had been wearing was stained with blood, The blood of an innocent family... but I gripped the thought and threw it into the back of my mind. No, don't think about them. It' not your fault... they would've killed her if you hadn't. But I could not grip the sight of the faces of those I had killed.
But one got away, and I knew I should've shot her, for this would only come back to haunt me in the future... everything always does. I threw on the last of my clothes and stuck the rest in the bag. As I walked out of the room I saw a portrait of the family on a desk. I pushed the frame down and shut my eyes, heaving out a sigh as if trying to shove out all the sins I had just commited. I could feel my very soul stained with the blood, a stain I knew I'd never be able to wash. I have to go back, it's the only way I'll ever get out of this Hell...
(Don't post.)
The streets became blurry as my tears clouded my vision. Who could have done such a thing? Why could he have done such a thing? Those were the only thoughts that ran through my scrambled mind. Did I even know where I was anymore? No, I didn't; because I could not see or feel anything but pain. I had to stop running, I knew I couldn't go on like this. I knew no one was following me; if he had been, I would've been dead by now. I stopped my running but could not support my own body any longer. I was so dizzy and even Tokyo's winter chill could not make my heart stop thumping outside my chest.
I wasn't sure if I would fall backward or forward... Hell, I wasn't sure if I was even standing anymore. Next thing I knew, I was on my hands and knees. Oh God... the tears were coming again and this time I couldn't stop them by running of fear.
My mother... my father... my sisters and brothers... I wondered for but split second if I would ever see them again, but I knew I would never... Dead. All dead... I gripped my jean jacket closer to my body.
I don't know how long I was crying, I don't remember how long it had been, but the picture of the man that killed them would forever be burned in the deepest part of my mind. I swore that night I would kill the man that ruined my life...
-The Other-
I threw the gun out the window and into the bushes, not daring to slip off my gloves just yet. One got away... but, I just couldn't kill her... I couldn't... I walked, silently into another room, which, appearantly, was the dining room, for there was a large table in the middle, under a gorgous chandelier. I opened up my gym bag and got out my other pair of clothes, for the black outift I had been wearing was stained with blood, The blood of an innocent family... but I gripped the thought and threw it into the back of my mind. No, don't think about them. It' not your fault... they would've killed her if you hadn't. But I could not grip the sight of the faces of those I had killed.
But one got away, and I knew I should've shot her, for this would only come back to haunt me in the future... everything always does. I threw on the last of my clothes and stuck the rest in the bag. As I walked out of the room I saw a portrait of the family on a desk. I pushed the frame down and shut my eyes, heaving out a sigh as if trying to shove out all the sins I had just commited. I could feel my very soul stained with the blood, a stain I knew I'd never be able to wash. I have to go back, it's the only way I'll ever get out of this Hell...
(Don't post.)