Splintered Dreams
(Chapter 13)
By SweeneyToddGirl58
I am soo sorry! The reason I couldn't update any sooner was because my laptop fried! I felt like crying because I had semi-finished that chapter and it was erased! Anyways, my brother was kind enough to offer his computer! Thank you, bro!!! I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas and a jolly New Year. Think of this as a late present. Again, I apologize and I hope you enjoy...
"NO," said a small delicate voice that she was so fond of.
The voice of an angel, she thought grievously. A voice that no other could mimic. Oh how she loved that voice! But, for some strange reason, there was a part in her unfocused mind that told her that the voice that she now heard could not be from that person.
Though it seemed impossible, she managed to open her eyes. The world that she now saw was blurry and foggy. Moving her eyes through the filmy environment, she located the shadow towering over her. She reached a thin, blood soaked arm toward her angel and lightly stroked what seemed to be his heavenly cheek.
Smooth and lovely. Yes. This was the savior she remembered; the one that she longed to be with. Unfortunately, the same feeling hit her, advising her that this was not her love. That this was not the man she longed for.
As she continued to caress him, she heard him speaking to her, but the fog surrounding her seemed to affect her hearing as well, for she could not understand him. Instead, she forced her fingers to continue their journey in caressing him.
Her angel pushed her hand away and continued to speak. This time, it seemed, louder that before. Not able to keep her fingers away from his holy face any longer, she placed her shaking hand on his cheek once more and moved onto his forehead, until finally reaching his hair, which was suppose to feel soft as the clouds.
"Ben," she murmured happily. He finally came back to her. Just as he had promised her in those beautiful and magnificent dreams. He had come to take her away from all the suffering she had encountered. This time he had come back for her.
Odd, she thought, as her hands felt rough spikes instead of the cotton-like tresses that she expected.
Her brows furrowed as she came to a realization.
It could not be! This was not her angel! This was a stranger. A stranger which she did not know. A stranger that she did not want. A stranger that she did not love.
As the unfamiliar person started to do something to her, she shoved his detestable hand away.
Where was her angel? Had he not come? Had the stranger done something to him? The despicable stranger tried reaching for her again and she slapped his hand away. He was taking advantage of her, she thought, revolted.
She tried moving away from him, but the gloom did not allow her to get far.
She felt small, warm drops cascade down her cheeks. She was crying. She was crying for her lost angel that had not come. The angel that had forgotten her as he had done so many times before. Though she knew he was not there, she cried out his name. His beautiful name that sounded so wonderful coming from her lips.
"Ben," she cried miserably. "Where's Ben!"
As she inched farther away from the intruder, she came to awareness that she was wounded. She could feel something inside of her pouring onto the floor beneath her. She tried to raise her head, but that only brought more pain. This time to her cranium.
"Ben!" She continued to weep. "Help me Ben! I need you!"
But he did not come, as she expected.
The fog that surrounded her started to close in on her again. No! She was at the mercy of this devil! She could not allow this monster to touch her. Throughout her whole life she had suffered and was left at the mercy of others. She could not allow this cycle to continue!
"Please, Benny!" She said while trying to kick the stranger that was enveloping his arms around her frame.
And finally, the filmy environment turned to darkness and she was left at the mercy of the stranger. The stranger that was not her angel.
As she shut her eyes, she began picturing her darling. In her dreams, she could be with him. If not in reality, then surely in her dreams.
So, in her fantasy, she danced with him. Happy to finally be in his arms.
His tears mingled in her locks. Her once beautiful locks that used to resemble fountains of gold. He could faintly remember those happy times that they had once shared. Oh how happy they had once been.
But he often questioned himself if it had truly been happiness. For after so much time, he could no longer recall the emotions of his former self. It did not matter anymore, though. Whether it had been happiness or not, the result had still caused him pain.
Not physical pain, as he had felt in that cursed island, but emotional pain. Emotional pain that has led him to the verge of insanity. Or could it be that after so much grief, he had finally lost his mind? He did not know nor did he care. The only thing that mattered now was the time that he and his wife shared.
Her head was lying on his lap. Despite for the stream of crimson that had descended from her lavish throat, she seemed as if she were sleeping. His fingers brushed her hair as he stared of into a world that was far from here.
"Remember how you always loved to gaze at the stars, my love,"he said to her.
"I recall that one night, you asked me to watch over Johanna while you left and made her some warm milk. After a while, our baby feel asleep and I went to tell you that she didn't need the milk anymore. Unfortunately, I didn't find you in the kitchen. I looked everywhere for you, until I caught a glimpse at you in the window. You were outside, looking at the stars. You looked like a goddess that night, darling. Then again, you always seemed to take my breath away."
He chuckled softly as he moved his eyesight toward the sky.
"You never did tell me why you loved the stars so much. I guess now I'll never know," he said silently.
As he continued to stare at the sky, he shifted he position so that he could embrace her.
"One day, if the fates are merciful, I shall see you again. Good-bye, my love."
And as those words disappeared into the night, Sweeney placed a kiss onto her chapped lips and lied her down on the flower garden. In her memory, he had placed her near the tree in the park where they had met years ago. She looked so serene in that place. As he left the park, a few last tears escaped his eyes.
He walked away from the park. Not noticing where his feet dragged him. As he finally stopped, he realized he had unconsciously dragged himself toward the pie shop.
A scream was heard, and in a matter of seconds he was inside. Why he cared was a mystery even to him. For the scream was from non other than the woman that he had hurt hours ago.
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