Note: I feel so alone again. My bf dumped me... One day after our 3 month
anniversary, and 3 days b4 my bday, and 1 week b4 Valentine's Day. I always
hated that holiday, but now more than ever. Well, I am saying this so you
can understand why this chapter is dark. I... can't even pretend to be
happy. After all, the one person I almost completely trusted left me when I
needed him most... Why does this hurt so much? I thought I was completely
numbed by now...
Chapter 74: Meet Me
[Bleed Black by AFI] (Breathing) I am exploring the inside, I find it desolate
I do implore these confines, now, as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time, I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days
Tinsir went out onto the balcony, deep in thought of what she has done in life- nothing worth redoing... Sure, she had born Dewn, and Aelin, but for actual acts of worth... she couldn't think of any. She has only caused pain, and suffering... And her entire life has been nothing but agony save for a few glimpses of happiness. Just enough for her to remember, just enough to torture her. She longed to be happy again, but it wasn't to be. Her own family even betrayed her. A wave of weakness washed over her like a tsunami, the pain to much to handle.
Tinsir: I'll be back... I need to leave real quickly, k? Tell Squall I'll be back in a little bit...
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
Tinsir stood on the balcony railing, and crossed her arms over her chest. She dove off, eyes closed, tears dripping upwards as she continued her descent. Laguna ran to the railing, and looked over. Two large black wings erupted from her back, and she flew off into the horizon.
Pain is a sharp, and hateful thing. Though some people like her become numb to it after awhile, it's always there, watching, waiting to be reopened. Wounds never truly heal. Pain never truly ceases. Guilt always remains...
I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside, it will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins, I'm numbing in these days
So...
She flew off, no spot in particular to go to. No one to stop her now. She hovered over the ocean, finding herself near Centra. She sniffed, and wiped a tear from her red eyes. She went to her cave, but didn't bother retracting her wings... What was the point....of anything?
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
She stood in the doorway, and looked around. She saw a dagger on the bed, misplaced from her last visit no doubt. She picked it up, her shaking hands caressing the blade, the cool metal inviting her like a soft lullaby. She held it up to her face, the cold steel cooling her warm cheeks.
I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
Tinsir: *I want the pain to go away... I want to die, or go to sleep and never wake up... *
She held the knife to her wrists, slitting both deeply, and she slit her own throat. Physical pain set in, and she dropped to her knees. Covered in blood, she crawled to her pond, the cold water numbing both mind, and body.
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
So...
She still clenched the blade, and as she floated on top of the water, it lay in her white knuckled hand. Her blood fell into, and fused with the water. Laying in her own life force, she found a momentary sense of peace.
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
She bent her back, falling into the bottom of the water, bubbles escaping to the surface. Trails of dark red blood followed her wrists, and throat, noticeable against the tainted red water.
She gasped for water, taking in the liquid into her lungs. She breathed deeply, taking in as much as possible. She longed to die, to end her pain. There was no other way out.
Hades came to her, his black robes flowing as he walked against the pond bottom. He held her in his arms, and caressed her wounds. She didn't care anymore, the pain in control. The back of his black nailed hand carressed her face, tracing the contours of her pale face.
She wondered if the dagger she had used was one forged in the War Of The Heavenlies, and if she was really dying. She hadn't intended to die, just to relieve some of this pain.
Hades bent down, and kissed her, his soft lips against hers. She pushed away, and floated slightly above him, her eyes staring into his with hate. She mouthed, "I hate you," a look of grief washed over his face. He reached out to her again, and reminded her of thier agreement for Squall's life.
She remembered everything about that evening almost twenty years ago, all of the pieces fitting together. An expression of stricken horror cam across her face, and she swam to the surface, healing along the way. Luckily, the dagger couldn't kill her.
She broke the surface, and crawled onto shore. As she walked she rose to her feet, stumbling along the way. He walked calmly to her, red water dripping from his body as he removed his cloak.
Hades: Don't worry, I won't ask for payment now, but keep it in mind. You belong to me.
Tinsir: I loathe you...
Hades: Yes, but you will learn to love me... my pet.
Tinsir (baring fangs): ...
Hades: Oh, quite the fallen angel aren't we? Speaking of angels, I'll tell Rinoa you said hello. That should be amusing.
Tinsir: Darbast.
Hades: Now don't be throwing insults. It isn't nice.
Tinsir: ...Leave.
Hades: I would be careful of I were you. Who knows if Squall may meet an unfortunant accident, hmm? Also, if I can't have you, no one will.
Tinsir: We will see about that.
Hades: Oh, yes, your little anarchy ploy won't work. My gaurds won't let you, and the others through quite so easily. Don't underestimate me. You're not the only one to gain power. Goodbye (fades).
Tinsir , unable to keep her temper in any longer, screams. Her voice resounding off of the cavern walls, the birds in the forests nearby fly in fear.
Chapter 74: Meet Me
[Bleed Black by AFI] (Breathing) I am exploring the inside, I find it desolate
I do implore these confines, now, as they penetrate, "recreate me"
I'm hovering throughout time, I crumble in these days
I crumble, I cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days
Tinsir went out onto the balcony, deep in thought of what she has done in life- nothing worth redoing... Sure, she had born Dewn, and Aelin, but for actual acts of worth... she couldn't think of any. She has only caused pain, and suffering... And her entire life has been nothing but agony save for a few glimpses of happiness. Just enough for her to remember, just enough to torture her. She longed to be happy again, but it wasn't to be. Her own family even betrayed her. A wave of weakness washed over her like a tsunami, the pain to much to handle.
Tinsir: I'll be back... I need to leave real quickly, k? Tell Squall I'll be back in a little bit...
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
Tinsir stood on the balcony railing, and crossed her arms over her chest. She dove off, eyes closed, tears dripping upwards as she continued her descent. Laguna ran to the railing, and looked over. Two large black wings erupted from her back, and she flew off into the horizon.
Pain is a sharp, and hateful thing. Though some people like her become numb to it after awhile, it's always there, watching, waiting to be reopened. Wounds never truly heal. Pain never truly ceases. Guilt always remains...
I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
I hope to destroy the outside, it will alleviate and elevate me
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days
As morphine tears through deadened veins, I'm numbing in these days
So...
She flew off, no spot in particular to go to. No one to stop her now. She hovered over the ocean, finding herself near Centra. She sniffed, and wiped a tear from her red eyes. She went to her cave, but didn't bother retracting her wings... What was the point....of anything?
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
She stood in the doorway, and looked around. She saw a dagger on the bed, misplaced from her last visit no doubt. She picked it up, her shaking hands caressing the blade, the cool metal inviting her like a soft lullaby. She held it up to her face, the cold steel cooling her warm cheeks.
I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life
Once again, I know
Tinsir: *I want the pain to go away... I want to die, or go to sleep and never wake up... *
She held the knife to her wrists, slitting both deeply, and she slit her own throat. Physical pain set in, and she dropped to her knees. Covered in blood, she crawled to her pond, the cold water numbing both mind, and body.
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
So...
She still clenched the blade, and as she floated on top of the water, it lay in her white knuckled hand. Her blood fell into, and fused with the water. Laying in her own life force, she found a momentary sense of peace.
(If you listen) Listen, listen
(Listen close) Beat by beat
(You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
(When it broke) And ground them all to dust
She bent her back, falling into the bottom of the water, bubbles escaping to the surface. Trails of dark red blood followed her wrists, and throat, noticeable against the tainted red water.
She gasped for water, taking in the liquid into her lungs. She breathed deeply, taking in as much as possible. She longed to die, to end her pain. There was no other way out.
Hades came to her, his black robes flowing as he walked against the pond bottom. He held her in his arms, and caressed her wounds. She didn't care anymore, the pain in control. The back of his black nailed hand carressed her face, tracing the contours of her pale face.
She wondered if the dagger she had used was one forged in the War Of The Heavenlies, and if she was really dying. She hadn't intended to die, just to relieve some of this pain.
Hades bent down, and kissed her, his soft lips against hers. She pushed away, and floated slightly above him, her eyes staring into his with hate. She mouthed, "I hate you," a look of grief washed over his face. He reached out to her again, and reminded her of thier agreement for Squall's life.
She remembered everything about that evening almost twenty years ago, all of the pieces fitting together. An expression of stricken horror cam across her face, and she swam to the surface, healing along the way. Luckily, the dagger couldn't kill her.
She broke the surface, and crawled onto shore. As she walked she rose to her feet, stumbling along the way. He walked calmly to her, red water dripping from his body as he removed his cloak.
Hades: Don't worry, I won't ask for payment now, but keep it in mind. You belong to me.
Tinsir: I loathe you...
Hades: Yes, but you will learn to love me... my pet.
Tinsir (baring fangs): ...
Hades: Oh, quite the fallen angel aren't we? Speaking of angels, I'll tell Rinoa you said hello. That should be amusing.
Tinsir: Darbast.
Hades: Now don't be throwing insults. It isn't nice.
Tinsir: ...Leave.
Hades: I would be careful of I were you. Who knows if Squall may meet an unfortunant accident, hmm? Also, if I can't have you, no one will.
Tinsir: We will see about that.
Hades: Oh, yes, your little anarchy ploy won't work. My gaurds won't let you, and the others through quite so easily. Don't underestimate me. You're not the only one to gain power. Goodbye (fades).
Tinsir , unable to keep her temper in any longer, screams. Her voice resounding off of the cavern walls, the birds in the forests nearby fly in fear.
