The last time I was here, I was released as quickly as I entered.
But now I knew the predicament I was in, and I didn’t appreciate where this was going. I let the guard shove me into the cell, but that was the least of my worries; it was the TV that was hanging dimly across the room, blinking with vivid lights, that caught my attention. Even the catch of the gray stone that littered underneath my feet caused me no alarm, hoặc the chains that were clasped on my wrists. It was just my breath that mingled in with my streaming mind, echoing with strong vibrations as the electronic material before me declared the words I dreaded for centuries now.
“This is war. It has been declared that our greatest fears have come true. It has been claimed that beings beyond the average intellect have been manipulating us ever since time started, and their prints trace back to times equivalent to the Biblical times, just recently discovered bởi the SC-M yesterday…more information is being investigated at this very moment, but patience is required. The police have được trao strict orders for citizens to not be worried for any reason, since there is not recorded to be any threats.” There was a pause, and the lady reporting the news gave a false smile. “Back to you, Paul.”
The news was shifted over to a báo cáo on the president meeting with one of the world leaders, and at the same time I heard spurs ricocheting off the concrete floor outside of my cell. I looked up with grave eyes to a man with silver eyes, piercing and filled with pools of wrath. His black, midnight hair was tugged back into a ponytail that curled around the side of his neck, which was painted with an elaborate tattoo of blue swirls spelling out the name Irial Czekclov. I watched him dismiss the guards that followed behind, and then turn those fearsome eyes onto mine, eyes that looked almost pure white against the collage of dull màu sắc that surrounded us. He pulled out a keychain of keys from his pocket, from pants that I deafly imagined were not from my world, pants that spoke with idle words of danger, danger, danger.
Irial looked up at me that moment, his fingers dangling slyly over the key that opened my cell. A fox-like grin played over his lips, withdrawing a sharp line of white teeth that were thêm pale than his skin, which was a ghostly pearl sheen. His eyes glowed as white cinders. “We have lots to talk about, bạn and I.”
“No we don’t.” I stated firmly, just at the same time that Salem growled, don’t speak to him.
“It’s obvious that we do.” He looked down, holding the key in his hand as if it was the most gentle creature he has ever experienced. He looked blankly at his flesh, turning his palm around and around, left and right. “Tell Salem that bạn have a right to speak to me if bạn want. She has no control over you.”
Tell him if he tries to trick bạn into anything, he’s going to face my full fury as a soul, and he will be cowering to his little guards to protect him when I give him a taste of my powers. Salem’s words hissed and burned across my head, making my eyes water. I bit back the whimper in my throat, but Irial heard the reaction, and before I knew it, the door to the cell was opened and he was kneeling at my feet, holding my head between his hands. His eyes were sparking a furious bright-blue, searching mine. But I was the one that knew whom those eyes were targeted at.
Tell him to get the hell off of you, off of me. Salem hissed louder, and I felt a small pressure point of throbbing starting at the back of my head, indicating that Salem wanted this to happen. I grimaced, and Irial waited patiently, his hands refusing to leave the lower portion of my temples. His eyes coiled a bit, the pupils backing into a small, dense vòng tròn before fading back to their regular size, and his determined expression shifted to sadness.
“I don’t want to fight you, Salem.” Irial whispered.
And tell him after a hundred years when the darkness fully slips from him, then I will believe his lies that he so claims now. The pain thrummed harder in the back of my brain, and I clenched my fists. “She won’t talk to bạn until bạn are fully relieved of the darkness that consumes you.”
“I heard.” Irial replied bitterly. “I’m trying.”
And bạn have told me that how many times before…?
“I don’t have control.”
Yes, yes, bạn don’t have control alright.
Irial’s fingers tensed on my skin, becoming unbearably sharp and cold. I pulled away, sucking in my breath. He pulled away himself, looking mildly confused and dazed. But he soon recovered, and a hardiness whipped over his face like a barrier shield. “I have things to do. thực phẩm will be shipped to bạn shortly.” He straightened himself back up, then walked over to the cell door, toying with the keys again.
“I never wanted this!”
Irial slowly turned to face me, astonished bởi my shout. His upper lip twitched back into that same sly grin, only slightly thêm composed than before. “I never wanted this either.” He turned his back on me again and latched the barred door closed. He brought his face close to the bars, looking at me with a longing look, then left, his shoes causing a chorus of jingles following him as he ascended above the cell chambers.
Thanks, human girl. Salem retorted at me, causing a flare of adrenaline to course in my body.
“Shut up.” I mumbled at her. “None of this would have happened at all, me being stuck in this god-damn forsaken place. I would be a normal girl obsessing over her latest boyfriend.” I slumped against the brick wall, tapping my fingers while waiting for her to calm down.
If it wasn’t for me---
“---I wouldn’t be living, I got that.” I rolled my eyes hard enough to make it hurt, and I felt a pang of vibration, quickly motioned, from the back of my mind, indicating Salem had flinched from the pain. “You say all the time that bạn are so strong, so why does little things like rolling my eyes and cutting myself cause bạn so much pain?”
Because I am spiritually connected to you, which means that physical pain between us is much powerful than normal.
I hesitated. “Is that why…you don’t want me to die?”
Now she hesitated, a blue aura shifting behind my eyelids.
My insides flashed with anger. “You’re such a selfish woman, only caring about yourself! bạn don’t care what happens to me!”
I wasn’t born human, so I have no pitying emotions bạn humans qualify so simply in daily life. Don’t expect me to feel sympathy for someone like you. A blossoming darkness of black and red spurted behind my eyes, but only for an instant before replaced bởi a reflective barrier that resembled the same strong force that Irial used moments before on his complexion. She scowled at my comparison. Don’t even start thinking about him. The man will never change.
“Whatever.” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes wearily and fingering the floor, searching for a comfortable position to lay. There was a snobby grunt from the voice in my head, and like I did every night, I pushed a bit on her fragmented and weak connection with me so that she was folded in the concealed part of my mind, the subconscious. It was the only place I could take her for some peace and quiet, but I remembered that she would be reawakened automatically once my dreams unfolded from sleep. I ignored the thought, knowing she would only accumulate passions of Irial again that would be thêm passive than the previous. I grappled on the floor, curling my body into a sphere, and slid my eyelids half-way over my eyes so that I could catch the dust particles flitting from the window above down into a hazy moonlight vòng tròn of dreariness before I fell asleep on the barren floor.
~~~~
The mountain was hazed in the back with a misty top, and sunlight glittered along the lake, illuminating a bait for the fireflies and dragonflies dancing around the fray of hoa that conjugated along the border. The colored array blossomed with vibrancy and joy as some deer crouched at the end of the forest to the east, curiously picking at the fresh grass. The cliff was cut off at the north, mingling silence with the noises of cascading persons down below, bustling over the new day.
I frowned, curling a lock of my red hair behind my ear. My mind fretted…where was he? Irial? Did he forget? Not that I minded---if I had a right mind, this would be just like any other man that I flirted with in the past; charming, elegant, rich, and full of heart-full emotion. There was also something mysterious that intrigued me to him…was it his past? His aura? His command and gentleness over me, as if he actually understood what I’ve been through all these extra years of living…
I stiffened, feeling an extra weight in the air, and turned to see him standing there, in all his glory. His eyes twinkled a feverent silver, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail as always, only this time an added charm was shinning on the tips. His relaxed áo sơ mi of white cotton was clingy on his pale skin, almost the same shade, and was billowing with the light breeze in the pasture. His black pants were snug around his waist, and his feet were bare and tickling the grass. The whole scene took my breath away, making it hard to breathe…
“How long have bạn been waiting?” He asked, flashing a blinding smile of white canines while taking a ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to me, wading the cỏ away from his body.
“Not too long.” I lied, smiling back at him.
He frowned at me, and my smile wavered. “You’re not good at lying.”
I sighed. “True.”
He casted a canny grin and looked away from me for a moment to skim his fingers over a patch of cỏ before us, and I watched as the cỏ grew into a pile of leaves before morphing into a delicate white rose. I heard my breathing stop, and my mind went to a rigid standstill as I watched him pluck the hoa gently from the stem and cup it around my ear, letting his fingers poise there a few moments before letting his hand drop back to his side.
I smiled gently, taking his hand and placing it over mine. I looked down shyly, tracing the flowery pattern of veins along his skin. After some time, something tickled at the back of my ear again, and I turned to see Irial right at my side, his face inches away from mine as he watched me trace his hand. Chunks of his hair fell down from his ponytail, skimming over my cheeks, and my head bristled with electricity. His eyes met mine at the same time, and that electricity zapped both of us into an oblivion of a kiss…
The flower…
The hoa fell to the grass, and I cast a quick glance over at it. For a second, my mind didn’t comprehend the specks of red on it. But it didn’t matter…
~~~~
But now I knew the predicament I was in, and I didn’t appreciate where this was going. I let the guard shove me into the cell, but that was the least of my worries; it was the TV that was hanging dimly across the room, blinking with vivid lights, that caught my attention. Even the catch of the gray stone that littered underneath my feet caused me no alarm, hoặc the chains that were clasped on my wrists. It was just my breath that mingled in with my streaming mind, echoing with strong vibrations as the electronic material before me declared the words I dreaded for centuries now.
“This is war. It has been declared that our greatest fears have come true. It has been claimed that beings beyond the average intellect have been manipulating us ever since time started, and their prints trace back to times equivalent to the Biblical times, just recently discovered bởi the SC-M yesterday…more information is being investigated at this very moment, but patience is required. The police have được trao strict orders for citizens to not be worried for any reason, since there is not recorded to be any threats.” There was a pause, and the lady reporting the news gave a false smile. “Back to you, Paul.”
The news was shifted over to a báo cáo on the president meeting with one of the world leaders, and at the same time I heard spurs ricocheting off the concrete floor outside of my cell. I looked up with grave eyes to a man with silver eyes, piercing and filled with pools of wrath. His black, midnight hair was tugged back into a ponytail that curled around the side of his neck, which was painted with an elaborate tattoo of blue swirls spelling out the name Irial Czekclov. I watched him dismiss the guards that followed behind, and then turn those fearsome eyes onto mine, eyes that looked almost pure white against the collage of dull màu sắc that surrounded us. He pulled out a keychain of keys from his pocket, from pants that I deafly imagined were not from my world, pants that spoke with idle words of danger, danger, danger.
Irial looked up at me that moment, his fingers dangling slyly over the key that opened my cell. A fox-like grin played over his lips, withdrawing a sharp line of white teeth that were thêm pale than his skin, which was a ghostly pearl sheen. His eyes glowed as white cinders. “We have lots to talk about, bạn and I.”
“No we don’t.” I stated firmly, just at the same time that Salem growled, don’t speak to him.
“It’s obvious that we do.” He looked down, holding the key in his hand as if it was the most gentle creature he has ever experienced. He looked blankly at his flesh, turning his palm around and around, left and right. “Tell Salem that bạn have a right to speak to me if bạn want. She has no control over you.”
Tell him if he tries to trick bạn into anything, he’s going to face my full fury as a soul, and he will be cowering to his little guards to protect him when I give him a taste of my powers. Salem’s words hissed and burned across my head, making my eyes water. I bit back the whimper in my throat, but Irial heard the reaction, and before I knew it, the door to the cell was opened and he was kneeling at my feet, holding my head between his hands. His eyes were sparking a furious bright-blue, searching mine. But I was the one that knew whom those eyes were targeted at.
Tell him to get the hell off of you, off of me. Salem hissed louder, and I felt a small pressure point of throbbing starting at the back of my head, indicating that Salem wanted this to happen. I grimaced, and Irial waited patiently, his hands refusing to leave the lower portion of my temples. His eyes coiled a bit, the pupils backing into a small, dense vòng tròn before fading back to their regular size, and his determined expression shifted to sadness.
“I don’t want to fight you, Salem.” Irial whispered.
And tell him after a hundred years when the darkness fully slips from him, then I will believe his lies that he so claims now. The pain thrummed harder in the back of my brain, and I clenched my fists. “She won’t talk to bạn until bạn are fully relieved of the darkness that consumes you.”
“I heard.” Irial replied bitterly. “I’m trying.”
And bạn have told me that how many times before…?
“I don’t have control.”
Yes, yes, bạn don’t have control alright.
Irial’s fingers tensed on my skin, becoming unbearably sharp and cold. I pulled away, sucking in my breath. He pulled away himself, looking mildly confused and dazed. But he soon recovered, and a hardiness whipped over his face like a barrier shield. “I have things to do. thực phẩm will be shipped to bạn shortly.” He straightened himself back up, then walked over to the cell door, toying with the keys again.
“I never wanted this!”
Irial slowly turned to face me, astonished bởi my shout. His upper lip twitched back into that same sly grin, only slightly thêm composed than before. “I never wanted this either.” He turned his back on me again and latched the barred door closed. He brought his face close to the bars, looking at me with a longing look, then left, his shoes causing a chorus of jingles following him as he ascended above the cell chambers.
Thanks, human girl. Salem retorted at me, causing a flare of adrenaline to course in my body.
“Shut up.” I mumbled at her. “None of this would have happened at all, me being stuck in this god-damn forsaken place. I would be a normal girl obsessing over her latest boyfriend.” I slumped against the brick wall, tapping my fingers while waiting for her to calm down.
If it wasn’t for me---
“---I wouldn’t be living, I got that.” I rolled my eyes hard enough to make it hurt, and I felt a pang of vibration, quickly motioned, from the back of my mind, indicating Salem had flinched from the pain. “You say all the time that bạn are so strong, so why does little things like rolling my eyes and cutting myself cause bạn so much pain?”
Because I am spiritually connected to you, which means that physical pain between us is much powerful than normal.
I hesitated. “Is that why…you don’t want me to die?”
Now she hesitated, a blue aura shifting behind my eyelids.
My insides flashed with anger. “You’re such a selfish woman, only caring about yourself! bạn don’t care what happens to me!”
I wasn’t born human, so I have no pitying emotions bạn humans qualify so simply in daily life. Don’t expect me to feel sympathy for someone like you. A blossoming darkness of black and red spurted behind my eyes, but only for an instant before replaced bởi a reflective barrier that resembled the same strong force that Irial used moments before on his complexion. She scowled at my comparison. Don’t even start thinking about him. The man will never change.
“Whatever.” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes wearily and fingering the floor, searching for a comfortable position to lay. There was a snobby grunt from the voice in my head, and like I did every night, I pushed a bit on her fragmented and weak connection with me so that she was folded in the concealed part of my mind, the subconscious. It was the only place I could take her for some peace and quiet, but I remembered that she would be reawakened automatically once my dreams unfolded from sleep. I ignored the thought, knowing she would only accumulate passions of Irial again that would be thêm passive than the previous. I grappled on the floor, curling my body into a sphere, and slid my eyelids half-way over my eyes so that I could catch the dust particles flitting from the window above down into a hazy moonlight vòng tròn of dreariness before I fell asleep on the barren floor.
~~~~
The mountain was hazed in the back with a misty top, and sunlight glittered along the lake, illuminating a bait for the fireflies and dragonflies dancing around the fray of hoa that conjugated along the border. The colored array blossomed with vibrancy and joy as some deer crouched at the end of the forest to the east, curiously picking at the fresh grass. The cliff was cut off at the north, mingling silence with the noises of cascading persons down below, bustling over the new day.
I frowned, curling a lock of my red hair behind my ear. My mind fretted…where was he? Irial? Did he forget? Not that I minded---if I had a right mind, this would be just like any other man that I flirted with in the past; charming, elegant, rich, and full of heart-full emotion. There was also something mysterious that intrigued me to him…was it his past? His aura? His command and gentleness over me, as if he actually understood what I’ve been through all these extra years of living…
I stiffened, feeling an extra weight in the air, and turned to see him standing there, in all his glory. His eyes twinkled a feverent silver, and his hair was pulled back into a ponytail as always, only this time an added charm was shinning on the tips. His relaxed áo sơ mi of white cotton was clingy on his pale skin, almost the same shade, and was billowing with the light breeze in the pasture. His black pants were snug around his waist, and his feet were bare and tickling the grass. The whole scene took my breath away, making it hard to breathe…
“How long have bạn been waiting?” He asked, flashing a blinding smile of white canines while taking a ghế, chỗ ngồi tiếp theo to me, wading the cỏ away from his body.
“Not too long.” I lied, smiling back at him.
He frowned at me, and my smile wavered. “You’re not good at lying.”
I sighed. “True.”
He casted a canny grin and looked away from me for a moment to skim his fingers over a patch of cỏ before us, and I watched as the cỏ grew into a pile of leaves before morphing into a delicate white rose. I heard my breathing stop, and my mind went to a rigid standstill as I watched him pluck the hoa gently from the stem and cup it around my ear, letting his fingers poise there a few moments before letting his hand drop back to his side.
I smiled gently, taking his hand and placing it over mine. I looked down shyly, tracing the flowery pattern of veins along his skin. After some time, something tickled at the back of my ear again, and I turned to see Irial right at my side, his face inches away from mine as he watched me trace his hand. Chunks of his hair fell down from his ponytail, skimming over my cheeks, and my head bristled with electricity. His eyes met mine at the same time, and that electricity zapped both of us into an oblivion of a kiss…
The flower…
The hoa fell to the grass, and I cast a quick glance over at it. For a second, my mind didn’t comprehend the specks of red on it. But it didn’t matter…
~~~~
Restless
© Gina
I wake up everyday,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do bạn open up,
when your whole life bạn kept it shut up,
how do bạn get the pain to subside,
when all bạn want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.
Source: Sexually Abused bởi My Mother's Boyfriends, Rape Poems link
© Gina
I wake up everyday,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do bạn open up,
when your whole life bạn kept it shut up,
how do bạn get the pain to subside,
when all bạn want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.
Source: Sexually Abused bởi My Mother's Boyfriends, Rape Poems link