Friday, October 19, 2012
Chapter 2: The Ties that Bind
"Danielle?" he whispered, as he stood behind her, caressed her seemingly thinner waistline, and gazed into her eyes from the mirror, wondering if things were ever going to be the same way again. He could only wish that he did not have to do this to her again. Seeing her in utter agony, waiting for him to return every single time proved too much even for him. He knew that it was inevitable that it would come to this; and in that self-loathing remorse that he had grown to live with for years, he finally realized that he was beyond help; not by her or anyone else for that matter.
She turned the tap off and looked back at him through his reflection, reciprocating his call with a mere lift of her eyebrows. She was nonchalant, but euphoric. He was here, right back to where he belonged, by her side. She knew better now though, she knew that whatever happened to her, happened for a specific reason. She was not going to succumb to it again. Enough was enough this time round, and yet she knew that this was not the first time she thought about it.
Danielle turned around, her breath now steady, and sighed. The mere thought of what she was about to say, and to him, made her nauseous.
I can't do this anymore baby, I really can't.
She had rehearsed this very line countless times, and everytime she did, it was only to her own reflection. This time however, the tides had shifted. In front of him, she was putty. She tightened her fists, it was now or never.
"Damien, I can't.....", she uttered, as suddenly an all too familiar gesture silenced her. His finger on her lips, preventing her from saying another word. That very gesture was strangely comforting; as every time she was in doubt and spoke out of doubt, he would calm her down, and she knew that as always, he was never going to let her fall.
"I know, I know how it feels, the moon of my life, to be oblivious to whether I lived or died, but believe you me, you won't ever lose sleep again. I am home".
The bedroom door creaked slightly, only to reveal a set of ghastly eyes, filled with vengeance and bloodlust, staring and watching their every move.
She turned the tap off and looked back at him through his reflection, reciprocating his call with a mere lift of her eyebrows. She was nonchalant, but euphoric. He was here, right back to where he belonged, by her side. She knew better now though, she knew that whatever happened to her, happened for a specific reason. She was not going to succumb to it again. Enough was enough this time round, and yet she knew that this was not the first time she thought about it.
Danielle turned around, her breath now steady, and sighed. The mere thought of what she was about to say, and to him, made her nauseous.
I can't do this anymore baby, I really can't.
She had rehearsed this very line countless times, and everytime she did, it was only to her own reflection. This time however, the tides had shifted. In front of him, she was putty. She tightened her fists, it was now or never.
"Damien, I can't.....", she uttered, as suddenly an all too familiar gesture silenced her. His finger on her lips, preventing her from saying another word. That very gesture was strangely comforting; as every time she was in doubt and spoke out of doubt, he would calm her down, and she knew that as always, he was never going to let her fall.
"I know, I know how it feels, the moon of my life, to be oblivious to whether I lived or died, but believe you me, you won't ever lose sleep again. I am home".
The bedroom door creaked slightly, only to reveal a set of ghastly eyes, filled with vengeance and bloodlust, staring and watching their every move.
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 11:32 PM
0 people in the crowd heard my words
0 people in the crowd heard my words
