6.) "I TRUSTED YOU!" Merome, suggested by: Super Bird Mom or soldierofniflheim
I loved you. So much. Now I stare as they laugh at me. How? Why? I remember how we would run around. I remember how we'd avoid the world, together. Those quiet moments when we were all alone… Those blissful silences we both enjoyed. The sweet nothings you'd tell me. The sweet nothings I'd believe.
I remember when you gave me the axe currently on my back. I remember how joyful you'd been… so happy to present it to me. And I remember how my cheeks hurt when I was around you. I was always smiling with you. You saved me and I saved you. We were together. We were unstoppable.
"Is he really the tribe leader's son?"
"Yep." You've always popped the letter 'P' as if it were some natural role of your tongue. Like the purr of a cat. I remember the hazel eyes that used to gaze into mine, the ones I could get lost in. And now they never find my gaze. My father had warned me. My mother had cautioned me. My friends didn't like you. No one did. No one but me… and this is what it gets me.
"He doesn't seem very active; you're sure it's him?"
"Do you think I'd of spent 3 years with him otherwise?" Is this what I get for trusting you?
"You think he's sleep?"
"No way in hell." You know me. I know you. I thought I did, in the least. You're laughing. The men are laughing. You're having so much fun, as I sit here bound in a cage. I trusted you. I thought you were different. If I could see clear enough to stare you in the eyes I would, but you've blinded me. Was I just a tool for your disposal? I brought you into my home. I risked everything for you. I risked my own life. And I trusted you…
"We almost there?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think he'll-?"
"Most definitely." If I could only speak, oh how I wish I could. I would scream. If I could fight I would do just that. I trusted you. So very much so, I did. I put my common knowledge behind me. I didn't listen. I didn't see. You used me. You used me to get to my family. You're doing it right now…
"Should we start getting ready?"
"Yeah, go ahead, but be careful." I loved you.
"Right."
"Here, come on, help me get this door." You aren't in front of me; you aren't unlocking the door. You can't face me. You know you can't. You know what you've done. You know what damage isn't undoable. You knew it… You knew…
"Mitch, he's crying."
"What?"
"You heard me; what am I supposed to do?" I can feel myself coming loose. I feel so weak. Yet you wouldn't care. I was never weak with you. You lifted me up. You brought happiness to my life that I never knew.
And crushed it.
"What's wrong, go on now and tell us." Your accent doesn't mask your true intentions. Your friends were never good with hiding their emotions. Not like you… I can smell it. I can smell it all. I can smell the food on the counter that's right beside you and your special scent. I can identify this scent before me, this accent; it couldn't be any other than the man you would visit. The man you'd tell me about. The tall blonde you always claimed was friendly to anyone or anything. I can locate the others, despite the fact I cannot see. "Well?"
"Just ignore it. He's emotional sometimes." You pass off everything. Anything I've ever felt for you. Anything you ever felt for me, if anything at all.
"C'mon now, get up." Your friend is stupid. Your friend believes I'll obey him. Has he no heart, as you said he did? "Mitch, he won't move."
"He's underweight, just pick him up you dumbass." Do you think I cannot hear? Have I become deaf or have you forgotten that I'm alive? I can breathe too. The same air. The same atmosphere. Your friend is weak.
You know what we do to the weak.
"Lachlan, just pick him up!" Your other friends are impatient. Patience is key. I loved you. I was patient. I trusted you. I gave you the time to prove yourself when no one else did.
You were patient. You waited. Lurked within your true colors while showing me the ones you created to mask yourself. Your friend is trembling. You scare him. Do you not see? You'll never see. You're truly the blind one.
I've stood, only to ease your friend. I will not obey you, but I will not sit here and let this weak man be tormented. You're cruel. I know this. Yet I loved you. I know you. I know you love food. I know your favorite color is red. I knew that I could trust you. Or I thought I did. This man is trying to take me somewhere. Where? I wish to know. I cannot speak.
"Lachlan,"
"Yes?"
"If he won't move, hit him. Hard." You wish for me to be abused? You're cruel. You're a bastard. Yet I loved you. You know he's weak.
You know what we do to the weak.
"Are you sure that's smart?" This man doesn't know. None of them do. You never told them. They'll all try. I'm the son of the chief. Don't believe I'm weak.
"Yeah, it's fine, he won't and frankly can't do a thing, and it isn't like he bites." Why do I have teeth, if not to bite my enemies? To defend myself when my hands are of no use? I can feel the rope in my mouth coming loose now. You're truly blind. I'm not dumb. I've known how to snap a rope before I even started school. I told you this. You didn't listen. You didn't care.
"C'mon then." This man is pulling me. I won't move. Not until you see. Not until you realize. He's stopped pulling. He's very close, his scent is strong. He's going to hit me. He may be taller, but…
Snap.
"Lach-!" Blood. I can taste it. I can hear him gagging. I can feel him falling to the ground, but I won't let him. He must stand. I will not let him fall. I want him to know just how numb he can get. I know. I've felt it before. I know what death feels like. I know what true weakness is.
You know what we do to the weak.
You've all gone silent. This man is silent. He's limp. He's dead. I don't him anymore. I don't like the taste of his blood. It's rotten. You said he was pure. He isn't. His body thudding flatly to the floor is a chant to me. To you, it isn't. Your friend is dead. Who's next?
"Mitch-?" I know that smell. I know what you have. I can hear it clicking as you get it ready. You're sweating. Your heart is pounding. I can hear it. I turn to you. I stare at you though I cannot see. I walk towards you. Step. Step. Step. You've frozen. You're scared now. I trusted you. I loved you. You've driven me mad. Now it's your turn.
"Mitch-?" Your friends are scared. They smell of sweat. I know they're pale. I know you are too. You're holding your breath. You aren't breathing. You don't want too. You don't want to risk it. I'm right in front of you. You're sitting on the counter. You're above me. I'm staring. I can feel your knee against my stomach.
"Jerome…?" You sound so scared. I wish to pity you. I love you…
"I trusted you." My voice is foreign to me. I can hear you huff, as if trying to mask the emotions you no longer control.
"Well that was a mistake-."
"I TRUSTED YOU!" Silence. Good. "I loved you." I can feel you tense. You know it now. You knew it. You didn't mean for it. "This is what it gets me."
"Jerome-."
"You're weak, Mitch." You've inhaled. You remember. You know. "You know what we do to the weak."
