Reagan Jensen

Reagan Jensen

Canadian writer posting short stories and quotes all formed within my vast mind.

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  • Reagan Jensen
    Published about a month ago
    Scrutiny

    Scrutiny

    "This is all a test" He looked over at me while his words of wisdom rang through my ears. I stared at the ground, my eyes full of disbelief, I couldn't seem to wrap my head around it all. I could feel the knot in my stomach burning, the confusion clouding my judgement and the uneasiness suffocating all common sense that I had left. I looked up in his direction, seeing him standing there, the slight breeze moving through the trees making the leaves dance behind him. He continued "Temptation is standing at your door, to ruin everything you've built" he paused for a moment, but then said "Or maybe it's a new opportunity, waiting to finally be pursued." Our eyes locked then, I couldn't bring myself to break away from his gaze, his dark, almost black eyes that stared into mine as my mouth opened to speak, but no words seemed to come out. He could see that I was struggling, battling my own mind at what the truth could possibly be. He could tell I was breaking and he enjoyed every moment of it. "It is something that has been put before you, once again." He had no expression upon his face, but I could hear the sternness in his voice "If you do not pass this... then you weren't ever ready to begin with and the same thing will be repeated, only to test you once more and you will continue to hurt those around you." I felt a weight in my chest crushing every ounce of hope that remained and he knew it. But something about the words he spoke cut through me like a knife, something just didn't feel right, no matter the amount of truth in which he spoke as he said "I know you feel an uncomfortableness, a pain because you know it's wrong and you know exactly what you need to do. The question remains though, if you will truly bring yourself to do it. But no matter what you choose, I will forever stand by you." I looked away from him then, I could feel the tears flooding my eyes, and the anguish tearing at my heart "But why now?" I whispered and pleaded. He continued to watch me fall apart, a slight chuckle escaped his lips as he responded "Because they know you may have found your happiness and the world wants to take that from you." I could feel the sudden sense of betrayal rush through my veins, the sadness that then turned to anger as I shrieked "Don't you do this to me!" That's when he smiled... that iniquity filled smile. I fell to my knees then as the tears ran down my face as I gasped "Please..." He knew he was winning and that I was crumbling to a mere pile of rumble. The smile never left his face then as he responded "Oh, my dear, you have so much to learn." I could see him hold his head up high at that point, and even though there was no life within his eyes, they somehow beamed with so much manipulation and power. He turned to walk away then, because he felt as if he had corrupted my thoughts and the deed had been done. Whilst listening to my suffering, I screamed one last cry, as I grabbed the ruffled surface of the earth within my hands. I looked up to watch him leave, no longer within sight, I unclenched my hands, as the dirt fell between my fingers, the desperation on my face slowly fading; only to be left with a deceptive smirk upon my face as I whispered "Two can play at that game." 
  • Reagan Jensen
    Published 6 months ago
    Numb

    Numb

    My eyes were fixed upon the dimly lit night sky, watching the stars twinkle against the dark blanket in which they were encased as I quietly whispered "I don't know what feels real... anymore." The tears beginning to flood my broken blue eyes, as I continued "It's not like me to be so mean." The disappointment weighing within myself at who I had become. I could feel his deep set brown eyes watching me, observing my lips that began to quiver from the immense disbelief that began to surface at the mere thought of it all. I could feel the desperation and confusion begin to cloud my judgement as I glanced over at him quickly "I don't know what's happening" I proclaimed. He stood along side me, his intense eyes met mine at that very moment, the sympathy within his words, but the wisdom remained all the same "But you do." He paused for a brief moment, "You're growing, but you don't feel anything anymore... you've become numb" he calmly spoke. A gentle gasp escaped my lips then, as my eyes danced back and forth as if to find the lies within his answers, almost as if I was surprised by this accusation but all the while as if I didn't want it to be true. He never broke his gaze with me, as the tears began to trickle down my face. "You did what you had to do...regardless of if you see that yet or not." I couldn't seem to be able to come to terms with what he was saying, because everything felt null, there was nothing but a void that would surface every time my mind wandered back to the situation. "But he was all I wanted... what I needed" I looked up at him, the sorrow withered upon my face. He reached out and cupped my face gently, his fingers caressing my left cheek. I could see the sincerity in his gorgeous brown eyes, I knew he did in fact care deeply, despite everything that he was saying. He softly sighed then, but remained remorseful "Well, then all but one question remains... does it hurt?" I stopped for a moment, searching within the bottom of my heart and the crevasses of my mind, the numbness in my voice as I said "Nothing hurts when I'm alone." My facial expression was blank as he meekly smiled at my response, finally breaking his stare, as he looked off towards the depths of the distilled forest. "Then there is your answer, my dear... there is your answer." He started to slowly walk away then, only to take a few steps forward before he stopped, slightly turning to look back at me as he said "But then again, you always knew that from the very beginning." I glanced towards the ruffled surface of the ground, unaffected by his words, and yet I still wanted to say no, I wanted to tell him that he was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to mutter the words... because I knew that he was right. I could hear the sympathy and yet the sternness within his voice "Don't beat yourself up about this, because it's like I've always told you... you were never meant for this life. You saw it from the very beginning... you just chose to ignore it." He turned back around then and continued to walk off into the distance. I looked back over to where he had stood, only to see his backside, watching as he disappeared into the night, leaving me standing there... becoming lost in my own disgruntled realization of the truth.
  • Reagan Jensen
    Published 6 months ago
    Farewell

    Farewell

    He wrapped his arms around me desperately, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine, squeezing tighter, he whispered in my ear “I love you.” I let a sigh of contentment escape my lips, as I felt my body begin to melt, because I could hear the sincerity in his voice as I replied back admiringly “I love you too.” Our eyes locked for a moment and I could see the depth of his endearment beaming in his warm brown eyes as I felt his hand caress my right cheek before letting go. But I didn’t want him to release his hold on me, and I begged in desperation for him to stay, but I knew he couldn’t; as did he. I held onto his hand tightly as we both walked to the rivers edge, stopping, he slightly turned back towards me, slowly letting go of my hand, our finger tips brushing against one another as the sadness and determination in his heart felt eyes stared back into mine. I smiled meekly as he smiled back at me. Turning back around, I watched him as he began to walk away, starring at his backside the entire time. I felt the heart wrenching feeling, as if I had mourned the death of a loved one, wash over me. I quietly whispered “Goodbye, my love” as my chin began to tremble, the tears overflowed my anguish filled blue eyes as I tried to remain strong. He continued to walk further away, as the slight breeze brushed through my hair, while the snow fell gently on the ground; the darkness of the night illuminating the sky. He disappeared out of sight into the dense moonlit forest. I held my breath, fixated on the last spot where I watched him vanish, hoping and wishing he would turn back around. I couldn’t believe I watched him leave. Remembering his warm embrace and hearing those soul-stirring and powerful words “I love you” echo in my ears. I stood there for what seemed like hours, unable to bring myself to turn away, in hopes that he would reappear… but he never did. I could feel the tears race down my cheeks, as I continued to stare desperately into the distance. I felt Welril place his hand on my shoulder then, as he quietly spoke “He will return, in due time, my dear”. I looked over at him, the sorrow withered upon my face, the pain, almost unbearable as I pleaded “Perhaps it’s for the best.” He stared at me, I could see the sympathy on his face as he spoke quietly “You and I both know that isn’t true.” I could feel the pain fill my chest, the weight making it hard to breathe, “Then why does it hurt so much?” I proclaimed in torment. He smiled then, the empathy in his words of wisdom “Because this is real and you are in love.” Unable to fight the grief any longer, I ran towards him, and buried my face into his chest as he held onto me. I sobbed heavily as my body began to tremble in the immense heart ache. I felt his hand gently rub my back as he said “Everything will be okay, he will be back, I promise you this.” As he spoke those words I felt my heart break, longing and yearning for his return even more. At that very moment I couldn’t bring myself to withhold my grasp in the comfort of his arms, because I knew he was right… he just had to be.
  • Reagan Jensen
    Published 6 months ago
    Infectious Mind

    Infectious Mind

    You watch from a distance, eyes entranced upon me. Lingering in the back of my mind, I hear your dark emotionless voice seeping its way through every damaged scar in order to corrupt and suffocate each positive thought. Your cold touch of death sending shivers across the surface of my skin, slowly freezing the flame in my heart. The iniquity filled smirk, there is nothing but deceit in your lifeless eyes. You never leave, you’re always there, astray, watching, observing. Waiting for the right time to strike. Destined to take hold of my will, your infectious poisonous breath against my neck. You’re ready to kill. And to think… it’s all in my head.
  • Reagan Jensen
    Published 6 months ago
    Misery of Ones Own Heart

    Misery of Ones Own Heart

    You have so much pent up pain. Locked away among the heart ache and lies. There no longer is any life in your eyes. The flame that once burnt so bright is nothing but a mere glimmer, a faint shadow that is on the verge of disappearing. You’ve held on for so long, but for what? Happiness has alluded you. Nothing but agony has come your way. Things haven’t turned around like their deceptive and promise filled lies said it would. Nothing. Has. Gotten. Better. For. You. My dear, you are fighting a losing battle. Hell has betrothed you. Engulfed in its misery and chaos. Withered with sorrow, nothing enlightens you anymore. All you’ve ever known is pure torment, betrayal, loss and anguish. Always left aside like a useless piece of trash. So I don’t blame you for growing tired, and for losing interest in life. For everything you’ve ever had that once brought any speck of light into your life was always taken away. No one understands. No one ever will. Your hope and optimism has faded. You have no where to go. Nothing is as it seems. Entrapped and suffocating from your own defeating mind. The walls are all collapsing around you. You’re becoming closed off and numb. You are on the brink of perishing… and yet no one notices. Because no one truly cares. So what’s the point in all of this, you may ask? Well let me tell you… there is NO point. Especially for someone who is ready to leave this said life behind and say goodbye… for the very last time.
  • Reagan Jensen
    Published 6 months ago
    Unequivocal

    Unequivocal

    I saw the fear take over in his frantic eyes as I violently grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his head backwards abruptly; exposing his jugular. Almost as if I had become entranced, I could see his veins pulsating, my eyes widened with lust as a deceptive and lingering smile crept upon my face. He attempted to raise his hands up, trying his best to push away from me in order to escape my grasp, but he couldn’t. Something in me had shifted… I changed, almost snarling, I repeatedly and brutally stabbed him in his neck with the blade that I held in my other hand, the blood spewing from his wounds, splattering against the walls. I could hear him let out a scream in tremendous agony, as he began to choke on his own blood. The gurgling noises that escaped from his disgusting mouth only increasing and exciting me more, bringing the knife up one last time and striking him; beheading him in the process. The blood splattering my iniquity filled face as I watched his body fall to the floor, hearing his head hit the hardwood. A craze had overcome me, grinning immensely at his lifeless body I heard an intense gasp a few feet away. Looking up intently, I saw Dyrel standing there, white as a ghost at what he had just witnessed. Glancing down at the knife that was dripping blood, he took a step back, as he stumbled from the immense horror and disbelief. Stepping forward, over Rynd’s dead body, starring him down, making my way over to him slowly. Dyrel let out a shriek of terror, for he knew he was next. He ran down the stairs, desperately looking for a place to escape. The fear had taken over as he fell to the floor, quickly trying to get back up he made his way to the front door, pulling on the door handle, only to find out it had been locked. Hysterically struggling to unlock the door in his desperation, he began to see double at the suffocating dismay that had taken over him. But he immediately froze in his tracks when he heard a heavy laugh from directly behind him. Shaking, he slowly turned around, only to be face to face with me. He was withered with fear as our eyes met, he stared into my soulless blue eyes as he tried to mutter the words “Please…. no!”. I only smiled then, as I grabbed him by his throat, pinning him against the front door. Frantically grabbing my hand with both of his, wanting so eagerly for me to let him go. I saw the despair in his green eyes as I shoved the knife into his stomach, pulling upwards towards his diaphragm as his intestines began to fall from his stomach. All the while, the stench of his blood came pouring out, making me grimace in delight. I continued to stare into his eyes in the process, making sure I was the last thing he ever saw, as I slowly watched the life fade from his eyes. Pulling the knife out then and letting go from his neck, he fell to the ground, gazing at his body that laid in a pool of blood. Cocking my head to the side slightly, almost as if I was analyzing him in satisfaction. I let a sigh of contentment escape my lips, while wiping off my blade, and tucking it back into its hinge all the while I continued to smile. Chuckling to myself then, I quietly whispered “And to think, they never saw it coming.”