Author's Note: I'm glad that everybody enjoyed the morbid stories with no real voice. I find it interesting to read what you think the different point of views are. We all have our thoughts and I'm not going to tell you how to percieve my writing. My job as an author is just to make you think and or feel. And if that is done,I cannot complain. Enjoy.
You ForcedMetoRebuild You
Your too cruel eyes stare at me lifelessly, though your brain is clearly alive. You body still breathes in ragged harsh gasps, and your heart beats fast within your chest. I have hurt you, I know I have. But there was nothing I could do to stop it. To stop me, myself from doing what I have done.
Your mouth hangs open in disbelief, as if the tension was not enough to keep it closed, you allowed it slack to give off more emotion that you can handle at the moment. My fingers sudden feel ache, trembling with a taste of discourse as the gloves slowly slipped off of my skin. But not due to excess fabric, but of excess sweat and moisture. Who would have known that it would take every ounce of palpable strength to procure a reaction out of you?
Your skin is devoid of all color, the blood rushing immediately from your face the moment you saw me... and her together like this. Though I did mean for you to see this, of course there was no other way to get to your cold steel heart. But I never expected you to turn the same colors that she did as my fingers knit around her throat in anger unbefitting of a man of my stature.
Your breathing slows to a dulling roar in my ears as you slowly start to sob. The gloves fall freely to the floor, as if symbolically saying the deed is done and regret is not taken. Which is highly true. I did not mind going through another to break through your icy resolve. But i have adversely destroyed you. But you wouldn't care, for in the end we all end up being broken analyzed, broken down, and reconstructed no?
You are just broken now, because of this. And I am happy for it. For in my care and guidance I can rebuild you to perfection. After all, isn't that what we all want, at all costs? Perfection in all that we do, physically and mentally. Emotions are silly, I say. You continue to sob as I wrap a tainted hand around your quivering chin. I will not let you wallow in these confounded emotions much longer. Because I have a much larger plan for you.
Even if you are willing, or not.