Setting: in the bathroom in LONG LIVE THE QUEEN. Phoebe's POV
The dim light of the moon plays blurry shadows across my face. All I can hear is the roaring of my heart erupted inside of me as the cold smooth wooden door caressed with my shaking hand. It seems hard to believe that on the other side of the door the love of my life, my angel and the one who I believed to be my path and road to destiny was standing there. He was standing there, the cindering flames hovering in his hands, his eyes two dark holes, a void impossible to fill. I know, in the very depths of my heart, in that tiny space that used to grasp onto the last shreds of hope that there's no turning back.
He's evil.
Cole was evil.
Like a fairytale disintegrating before my very own eyes, evil has threaded its way like a sinister black spider. It has destroyed my fairytale with its smothering web, veiling all the joy and happiness I had once believed was mine. Bliss that I had believed I was destined to possess. Ironic how the cruel clockworks of fate had twisted my fairytale around, had wrenched, it far away from my ivory hands.
Now he was standing outside, pulling my insides apart, like an ocean my emotions roar and crash inside me and now all the people I love are asking me to choose. A choice that I cannot make, A choice which will haunt me like a ghost, interlace its icy fingers around my everything; my dream, my hopes until it suffocated them all. Intoxicating me with every breath. This choice will form a mist around me, like a mask it will twist my destiny, it will shape my fate into a treacherous journey either without my sisters or.without Cole.
They are waiting, they are waiting for me and I feel like a runner, in a colossal stadium, only this time no one's cheering. There's an emptiness in the air, which lingers on my skin and I know from the moment the door clicks, my race has begun. A race against time and a race for love. I can't think and I feel like the gun has fired rhythmically urging me to start. Urging me to kill my husband. I open the door and like a nightmare lurking in front of me I see my husband and my sisters.
The flames hover in his hand and all I see is that bright flame. Flickering and dancing before my eyes. I seem to step out of my body, the race is on but I cannot move. I am paralysed and bounded by my own emotions and fear takes over my every joint and muscle. I tremble like an autumn leaf threatening to fly off and I feel like I have stepped out of my body. Like a spectator in the empty stadium, I watch myself, my vision blurred with salty tears. They carve their way down my face and hang like bright jewels from the frame of my face. I see myself, picking up the shimmering white crystal and kiss my husband.
But I feel nothing, I am numb and I am still paralysed. Beat me! Scream at me but don't bind me! I want to cry out, but my body does not obey and instead, I watch like a prisoner from her cell. The cold rusted bars hang menacingly before me, restraining me and separating me from reality. I see the pain in my own eyes as I watch myself embrace my husband for one last time. I see the guilt mirror from my eye to his and I can't feel my heart beating inside of me anymore.
Instead, I watched intrigued and still bound. I leave my husband and place the crystal on the floor. His chocolate eyes immediately cry out at me to save him, to save him from this hell of having a beast lurking inside of him, roaming inside of him and ripping his insides. But I see myself being received by the strong supporting arms of my sisters and my throat tightens as I choke out words, which seem so foreign to me now.
I hear myself croak out the words, like daggers they dig into my love and slowly, the life begins to spill out of him. It seeps out like blood and I see his expression. A face forlorn and guilty, he wears a mask engraved of tears that burn their way down into a nameless void. White lights blind me and suddenly, I can feel myself again, I can feel my heart quivering beneath the cage of my ribs.
I want to cry out, I want to scream at fate, I want to beat myself and hurt myself until I am dead. Desire flows to the surface of my body as I reach out to be with my husband. To be with him in his grave but like prison guards, my sisters hold me back. They hold me back to join the execution of my husband. With a final blinding light I close my eyes tight. So tightly I can almost imagine my forehead carved of intricate lines and I can feel my eyelids pressed tight against my skin.
I suddenly hear nothing, nothing but silence. Yet ironically, the sharp scalpel of silence cuts into my mind and seems so loud I want to scream. I open my eyes. Debris carpets the ground and a scorch mark burns the floor. My vision swims as I struggle to see through my waterfall of tears. I want to lift the curtains of my sheded tears and to see my husband again.
I make out a faint silhouette as a lone solitary figure stands in front of me. I gasp, could it be Cole? The world around me seemed to be spine- chillingly still as my heart skips a beat. Did heaven open up its merciful arms........
and let my love live?
The dim light of the moon plays blurry shadows across my face. All I can hear is the roaring of my heart erupted inside of me as the cold smooth wooden door caressed with my shaking hand. It seems hard to believe that on the other side of the door the love of my life, my angel and the one who I believed to be my path and road to destiny was standing there. He was standing there, the cindering flames hovering in his hands, his eyes two dark holes, a void impossible to fill. I know, in the very depths of my heart, in that tiny space that used to grasp onto the last shreds of hope that there's no turning back.
He's evil.
Cole was evil.
Like a fairytale disintegrating before my very own eyes, evil has threaded its way like a sinister black spider. It has destroyed my fairytale with its smothering web, veiling all the joy and happiness I had once believed was mine. Bliss that I had believed I was destined to possess. Ironic how the cruel clockworks of fate had twisted my fairytale around, had wrenched, it far away from my ivory hands.
Now he was standing outside, pulling my insides apart, like an ocean my emotions roar and crash inside me and now all the people I love are asking me to choose. A choice that I cannot make, A choice which will haunt me like a ghost, interlace its icy fingers around my everything; my dream, my hopes until it suffocated them all. Intoxicating me with every breath. This choice will form a mist around me, like a mask it will twist my destiny, it will shape my fate into a treacherous journey either without my sisters or.without Cole.
They are waiting, they are waiting for me and I feel like a runner, in a colossal stadium, only this time no one's cheering. There's an emptiness in the air, which lingers on my skin and I know from the moment the door clicks, my race has begun. A race against time and a race for love. I can't think and I feel like the gun has fired rhythmically urging me to start. Urging me to kill my husband. I open the door and like a nightmare lurking in front of me I see my husband and my sisters.
The flames hover in his hand and all I see is that bright flame. Flickering and dancing before my eyes. I seem to step out of my body, the race is on but I cannot move. I am paralysed and bounded by my own emotions and fear takes over my every joint and muscle. I tremble like an autumn leaf threatening to fly off and I feel like I have stepped out of my body. Like a spectator in the empty stadium, I watch myself, my vision blurred with salty tears. They carve their way down my face and hang like bright jewels from the frame of my face. I see myself, picking up the shimmering white crystal and kiss my husband.
But I feel nothing, I am numb and I am still paralysed. Beat me! Scream at me but don't bind me! I want to cry out, but my body does not obey and instead, I watch like a prisoner from her cell. The cold rusted bars hang menacingly before me, restraining me and separating me from reality. I see the pain in my own eyes as I watch myself embrace my husband for one last time. I see the guilt mirror from my eye to his and I can't feel my heart beating inside of me anymore.
Instead, I watched intrigued and still bound. I leave my husband and place the crystal on the floor. His chocolate eyes immediately cry out at me to save him, to save him from this hell of having a beast lurking inside of him, roaming inside of him and ripping his insides. But I see myself being received by the strong supporting arms of my sisters and my throat tightens as I choke out words, which seem so foreign to me now.
I hear myself croak out the words, like daggers they dig into my love and slowly, the life begins to spill out of him. It seeps out like blood and I see his expression. A face forlorn and guilty, he wears a mask engraved of tears that burn their way down into a nameless void. White lights blind me and suddenly, I can feel myself again, I can feel my heart quivering beneath the cage of my ribs.
I want to cry out, I want to scream at fate, I want to beat myself and hurt myself until I am dead. Desire flows to the surface of my body as I reach out to be with my husband. To be with him in his grave but like prison guards, my sisters hold me back. They hold me back to join the execution of my husband. With a final blinding light I close my eyes tight. So tightly I can almost imagine my forehead carved of intricate lines and I can feel my eyelids pressed tight against my skin.
I suddenly hear nothing, nothing but silence. Yet ironically, the sharp scalpel of silence cuts into my mind and seems so loud I want to scream. I open my eyes. Debris carpets the ground and a scorch mark burns the floor. My vision swims as I struggle to see through my waterfall of tears. I want to lift the curtains of my sheded tears and to see my husband again.
I make out a faint silhouette as a lone solitary figure stands in front of me. I gasp, could it be Cole? The world around me seemed to be spine- chillingly still as my heart skips a beat. Did heaven open up its merciful arms........
and let my love live?