Escape From Fate
Belladonna sat in the room of the hospital. No one came to see here, no one, came felt sympathy for her loss and no one cared about her. She had been saved just so she could live a worthless life of a whore. Silently the tears would fall from her eyes and day by day she died a bit more inside.
Soon four months had past and Belladonna was released from the hospital. Belladonna looked around her and found that the color had dulled, the beat of music she had always heard was gone and she felt nothing, not the wind that blew, the sun that shone, nor the life around her like she had one had.
Belladonna was hallow.
As she walked down the street her head hung down in defeat, hiding her face from those around her. It was then she was pulled into an ally way and shoved into the brick wall. The darkness hid the man's face, but she could feel his meaty hands grabbed at her clothing and flesh, touching and tarring at anything it could grab.
"Don't worry darling, I'll take good care of you." His husky drunken voice lulled into her ear. Belladonna didn't fight back, didn't scream out in fear and she didn't struggle. No, she stood there and let him lower her to the filthy ally ground, pull up her skirts and remove her undergarments. She allowed him to invade her most privet and sacred of body that she had been saving for only one man; a man who was dead.
Belladonna closed her eyes and laid there as the man had his way with her and when he had torn into her hymn and blood flowed from between her legs she heard him speak words of victory. When the unknown, un-faced man finished with her he stood zipped up his pants and tossed paper down on her body that laid still on the ground.
"Thanks' Sweetheart." Was all he said and she heard his footsteps walk away into the darkness.
Belladonna laid there in the darkness with tears streaming down her face. She had lost everything now and she wanted nothing. Soon darkness crept over her and Belladonna welcome-ly fell into it.
Click, click, click, click, click…
Belladonna woke to the sound of clicking. Slowly she opened her blue eyes to see nothing but darkness. The ground under her cold and muddy, she was still in the ally way where she had been left. She felt no strength to get up and she didn't want to. How long would it take if I laid here for me to die? Belladonna wondered to her self silently.
"A pretty little thing such as you shouldn't be thinking of death." Came the velvet voice of an Angle. It still sounded muffled as if she was under many leagues of water and not on the earth, even thou she knew his voice would be echoing off the walls.
"Don't worry little one, I'll make it all go away." The voice said. No one can make it go away. This pain I feel in my heart is in my soul all because he is gone I have nothing left for in this world. Belladonna tried to say but she couldn't feel her lips, she was trapped within her mind and she didn't know how to get out and she didn't really know if she wanted to.
"I can, I can make it all go away. Your heart, your soul and your pain I can make it all disappear." The voice told her. Belladonna felt the tear come from her eyes and spill over on to her cheeks. She wanted this pain gone, she wanted it all to go away, she wanted to forget it all, but what she wanted most of all was to lose the woman she was now.
To erase the name called Belladonna from her mind and soul and body and breath a new life. Would she take this voices offer and promise? Please… Slowly closing her eyes Belladonna thought this plead.
"The next time you open your eyes my little one you will no longer know pain of this world." The voice told her softly. Belladonna let out a breath as she felt nothing for a moment but a sharp pain in her neck, then fire rushed into her veins and she wanted to scream out.
"I'm sorry. You will feel that fire burn into your flesh, bones and blood for three days but when it is all over you will be reborn and nothing will ever harm you again, I swear this to you my little one, I swear." The voice told her and she had to believed him because this voice was the only hope she had left.
Three day's past. Three days of fire from hell burning in her body but she had not let one scream leave her lips. Belladonna let herself become lost within the fires that turned her body to cinders, let her mind become lost in the haze of pain and brimstone, let her soul become ripped apart and lost herself completely within the fires.
