"Let go," I whisper.
"I can't."
"You Could. You just won't because then you'll cry."
"I never cry."
"So let go. Please."
"No."
"Look at your hands, they're blistery and bloody. It will hurt more if you hold on.
Let
Go
I'll cry for you."
"Please stop."
"No."
Silence,
Teeth-barring silence.
More agonizing silence.
"Please." I beg.
"Stop!"
"No, I can't. I can't watch you struggle. Please, I promise... I promise...
in horror I realize I have nothing to promise.
"See?"
"See what?"
"You have nothing to say."
I do, let go, but I'm silent.
Teeth-barring silence.
More agonizing silence. then:
"Why?"
"Why What?"
"Why all this? Look at you? What would happen if for once you let yourself breath, relax, live like anyone else?"
"I'd die."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I've already tried."
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Oh no, that ending is so surprising!
T. you nicely done it.
This was amazing work! You express so much in so few words.
Wow! You have such a strong way of getting a message through!