Enveloped Chapter Two
/ Awakened by another
So soft and gentle times can be
Although I had wished
You could see
So deep, you stumble
-embarrassed. /
Room. Dark. Unabashed fear permeated. Only that was noticeable anymore. Crimson. Crimson. It reeked. Shaking my head, emotion filled, I knew what it was from. Stumbling, grasping for something in my reach, I fall. Thud. Flinging my small head back, pounding the grey, soundless wall of the long, dilapidating corridor. Craning my head to the left, hearing it cracking multiple times, I let the tears fall yet again, so blatant. My eyes mocked me as they burned with the flashing image of a falling father. So young, I remember when this happened. Hardly four years of age, I witnessed the slicing, the end of it all. Deep ragged, yet soundless breaths are taken within my chest. Groaning lightly, I lightly pad my way down the hall, hardly making a sound, letting my knees act as my feet, guiding me to what I do not wish to see. He still refuses to move even as I run my thin, pale fingers through his mopped, light hair. Staring down the strip, past the rotting stairs, to the front door, I stare aimlessly in that direction. Without looking, I let my hand guide it's way down his broad forehead, further to feel the sharp decline of his firm cheek down to his beautifully sculpted chin. Roaming so that my small hand falls upon his breast, there are no movements. My eyes still shed, showing my weakness. I smell the rancid smell. It is the decomposing flesh of my father. Crimson, it burns now.
The door pounds, causing my small blue eyes to waiver and widen excessively. Wrapping both arms protectively around my father, I weep internally, afraid. A sharp bluish aura suddenly washes over me, a young boy with dark hair pushes me roughly aside, grasping my father and unceremoniously throwing him under his small arm. I scoot away from him, his youthful yet menacing eyes frightening me. My breath hitches in my throat as I try to sound strong.
"Get away from me! Leave my daddy alone! Put him down you beast!" My childish girly voice did nothing to alter his emotionless, hard expression in the least. I continued to push myself away from him, releasing a soft squeak as my back came in contact with a firm, yet warm wall. Gazing upwards slowly, taking my eyes off the young man, I come face to face with large red eyes. Screaming loudly, it winces slightly as I try to stand and flee in the opposite direction, but to no avail as I am ripped backwards by a firm hand at my neck. Thrown brutally towards a nearby wall, I instead collide into something softly, glancing upwards to see the face of the boy who had my father wrapped under his arm. I let myself relax into his embrace and let his beautiful face quell my fears as I fell into an abrupt deep sleep.
/ Something new and wanted
so plain and evident
you unknowingly grasp it
toying gently
always I had felt
it was meant to be. /
/ Awakened by another
So soft and gentle times can be
Although I had wished
You could see
So deep, you stumble
-embarrassed. /
Room. Dark. Unabashed fear permeated. Only that was noticeable anymore. Crimson. Crimson. It reeked. Shaking my head, emotion filled, I knew what it was from. Stumbling, grasping for something in my reach, I fall. Thud. Flinging my small head back, pounding the grey, soundless wall of the long, dilapidating corridor. Craning my head to the left, hearing it cracking multiple times, I let the tears fall yet again, so blatant. My eyes mocked me as they burned with the flashing image of a falling father. So young, I remember when this happened. Hardly four years of age, I witnessed the slicing, the end of it all. Deep ragged, yet soundless breaths are taken within my chest. Groaning lightly, I lightly pad my way down the hall, hardly making a sound, letting my knees act as my feet, guiding me to what I do not wish to see. He still refuses to move even as I run my thin, pale fingers through his mopped, light hair. Staring down the strip, past the rotting stairs, to the front door, I stare aimlessly in that direction. Without looking, I let my hand guide it's way down his broad forehead, further to feel the sharp decline of his firm cheek down to his beautifully sculpted chin. Roaming so that my small hand falls upon his breast, there are no movements. My eyes still shed, showing my weakness. I smell the rancid smell. It is the decomposing flesh of my father. Crimson, it burns now.
The door pounds, causing my small blue eyes to waiver and widen excessively. Wrapping both arms protectively around my father, I weep internally, afraid. A sharp bluish aura suddenly washes over me, a young boy with dark hair pushes me roughly aside, grasping my father and unceremoniously throwing him under his small arm. I scoot away from him, his youthful yet menacing eyes frightening me. My breath hitches in my throat as I try to sound strong.
"Get away from me! Leave my daddy alone! Put him down you beast!" My childish girly voice did nothing to alter his emotionless, hard expression in the least. I continued to push myself away from him, releasing a soft squeak as my back came in contact with a firm, yet warm wall. Gazing upwards slowly, taking my eyes off the young man, I come face to face with large red eyes. Screaming loudly, it winces slightly as I try to stand and flee in the opposite direction, but to no avail as I am ripped backwards by a firm hand at my neck. Thrown brutally towards a nearby wall, I instead collide into something softly, glancing upwards to see the face of the boy who had my father wrapped under his arm. I let myself relax into his embrace and let his beautiful face quell my fears as I fell into an abrupt deep sleep.
/ Something new and wanted
so plain and evident
you unknowingly grasp it
toying gently
always I had felt
it was meant to be. /