Memories of a hallway…
In the darkness a slow and steady beat emerged. Tap. Tap. Tap. Two hearts, lost, together; pounding to the harsh beat of the music. Fires of passion ran through emerald eyes. Even though ruby tinted glass hid moist pale ones, they still burned bright.
Anger pulsed out…
White silken sheets lay torn and messed at their feet. Blood rushed. Skin touched. Things that weren't ever meant to happen…did. As she lay upon him, they locked lips. Tongues pushed and entered deep, moist, waiting caverns. Blossoming lips bled with passion. Skin was worn red and raw as delicate but strong hands rubbed up and down.
Dragged from her mind she recognized it all…
Feelings of pain and pleasure mixed. Limbs arched as silent screams entered the deaf room. Slowly, she sat up, flames of her hair falling forward to frame her perfect face. A face that he had seen many times before… a face that wasn't hers. She was not his; but he needed her. He had to have her. And for that… she would pay the price.
Entrance to the wooden doorway…
Muscles flexed as he ran his hands up and down her arched back. His tousled hair, bangs, pressed flat against his moist, dripping, body. Mouths captured each other as he entered her. With his lips he caught her moan. Releasing her, he let go, out to the silent room. Gasps and moans were pushed against taunt skin. Something was formed within her. Something that was forbidden. She realized this and as her eyes widened she quickly sat up.
Laugher echoed in her head…
She was alone. It was but a thought. Something she could not hold on to. Memories flooded her head. Anger blazed brightly in her emerald eyes…
So she stood there. In the room she had loved him. Against the bed that he had loved her in. The sheets were still here. Even after all that time. Still torn and forgotten. An empty bed, an empty heart, an empty soul. Yet the music still played. Still in her mind. The beating… never left.
Placing one hand against her stomach she felt the burn of pearl tears leaving her eyes. Steaming down her cheek. Kissing her lips, and dying. The child inside of her kicked. The memory of him…
Screams entered the silenced room. Yells of pain. Memories of pleasure."I AM NOT JEAN. HE WAS MY HUSBAND. HE PROMISED TO LIVE AN ETERNITY WITH ME. HE VOWED TO ME. TO ME!!" Sobs escaped her torn mouth as the room laughed mockingly at her,"he vowed…" whispers. Memories,"to me…"
Yells of Campañella…
The song laughed in her mind. Pounding the walls of her sanity. Breaking through they taunted her. Forever… and ever. It teased her. Showed her what she could not have. Showed her what was promised; and what was taken. Yet she had the child. She had the memory. She would sacrifice it… all of it. And in return… she would be given the world. In anger and frustration she hovered above the ground. Arms flailing angrily beside her, she pushed. Once silenced walls now screamed as they were flung out. Grinning she laughed. She would be given the world…
Never again… Revenge…
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I don't expect reviews. I don't expect anything. But can you guess who this story is meant to represent? For the bold words after each paragraph. Write down the underlined letter of each sentence. What does it spell? It was just something I had to write. Something that screamed out in my mind. Thanks for your time.