Medusa
Exile
Disclaimer: I do not own Greek mythology.
SO sorry it took so long. Busty with wedding plans, and dealing with the fact that my wife is now pregnant, so again sorry.
"GABRIELLE! PLEASE!" I yelled. At first I wondered what had done this, but then I realized the horrid truth.
It had been me.
I started crying, not crying, sobbing uncontrollably, I was practically hyperventilating. I had just turned hideous, and turned my best friend into a horrified looking statue.
The only thing I could not possibly understand was how I did. There was no churn in my gut, or flash or anything. I simply, looked at her. Then it hit me harder than anything ever had.
It was the shear hideousness of my face, of my hair, and of my wrinkled skin. Just the look of me turned people into stone. Before I had time to weep more, I heard a voice.
"Hello, anybody in here?" Once again, I recognized the voice. It was my father.
"NO! Leave! Go away!" I screamed.
"Medusa? Honey, why? Whats wrong? Are you OK?" He asked me, he sounded so confused, but so determined.
"Dad, please leave, PLEASE! Don't look at me!" But he didn't seem to pay any attention to my pleading.
"Medusa come here now, what is wrong with you!" He ran up to me, and I guess he noticed my hair. "WHAT HAPPENED, WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU!!!!!" He yelled loudly. My own father was afraid of me.
He was backing up now, I admit I was glad, I would never forgive myself for the death of my father. "Father, I have been punished, please, just leave." He didn't even question me any more, he ran out of the temple faster than an antelope. I fell to my knees again, and wept.
"IN HERE!" I heard his voice again.
"Henry, show us EXACTLY were!" An unfamiliar voice answered my father. No! I thought. I was not upset because my dad had probably just ruined my life, I was upset because by instinct, I turned around.
Here we are, I thank my wife for giving me ideas, and reviewers because you ae r awesome. :)