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| alastar (profile) wrote, on 2-29-2004 at 10:17pm | |
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I’ve watched too long and sat idly by. I can see the pain you hold inside your heart. But I cannot yet see a reason for you to stay the way you do. That is why I’ve created a way for you to escape, because it seems to me, now, that you have been trapped. Either by blackmail, fear, or something else, I can see you are trapped within this place where you reside. He’s holding you too tight and all you can do to show it is hold him back just as tight. I’ve devised a plan for your retrieval, an escape route for you to follow. I’ll help you along but the choice is yours, I’ve done the work, you take the chances. I sit here and watch everyday as you drag yourself home, pushing the limits of speed marked on the signs, posted on the streets, which you follow like a path to your own demise. And as you open the door to your car. And as you get out and shut it. And as you open the door to your house. And as you walk in. And as it closes it behind you. Sometimes he comes out to greet you, if you take a second too long, after pulling into the driveway. And you smile. But I see the pain, the fear in that smile every time it shows. I see the disgusted person, under the façade you’ve created just to live with him. I can see you need to be rescued. And I am your white night in black armor. As to better hide me in the dead of the night, which is when I will strike. I’ve written it all out. Read it a thousand times, and gone over it even more inside my head. I’ve dreamt about how great it could feel. Even better I presume, than the prince felt after rescuing the long haired princess from her cage, the room at the top, in the tallest tower. I’ve designed sets, and marked routes. I’ve said every word that could ever be said in the moments of your rescue, every word out of my mouth and every word out of yours. He will say nothing. I have yet to set a date to this affair. Half because I don’t believe I will ever be able to go through with it and half because I want it to be at the most perfect moment, perfectly timed to the most precisely measured second. But while I watch you open the door to your car at this exact moment, I decide in my mind, that it will happen tonight. Ah, all the dreams I’ve had about you. Will finally come true if everything goes correctly tonight, and it will, how could it not, with the way I’ve devised this simple, yet genius plan. I only hope you’re as beautiful up close as you are from across the street, through the window, and yet again through binoculars, which are set on the most perfect of measures to the exact distance of your house just across the street. How lucky you are that I am not to have any trees in my yard, for if I did, one could be placed in just the right spot as to obstruct my vision, not permanently, but from seeing your beauty as you take your first steps to, and then again from, your car each day. I wait patiently for the night to come, for the sun to set, for the arms of the clock on my wall to move. And in doing this, thoughts of him come to mind. How I loathe this man. I see how he treats you. And even from afar, I can see he tortures you. He beats you. He rapes you. You cannot escape him. That is not to say you yourself are completely helpless, but not as entirely agile as one should be in a case such as yours. Oh how I hate him beyond belief. I dare to say I hate this man more than anyone else in the world has hated anyone, or anything (I will not exclude the hate of non-living things, because I myself have used the word “hate” to describe how I feel about some rather disgusting inanimate objects). Maybe I should be as bold as to say I hate him more than all the hate in the world combined into one animistic feeling. Yet I would like to question him, before I complete my actions tonight. I would like to ask him how he has been so lucky to find this woman before I was able to see her. I would like to request an answer for the words I should say, not entirely, but somewhat in this order, “How could you live with yourself after what day in and day out I am witness to you doing?” How could you go on? And so the night falls, the sun sets, and the hands upon the clock that sits on my wall have moved to the numbers that mark the time of which I have set to come forth, show myself, and save you. Yet you know nothing of me. But we shall have time to discuss these matters sometime later. At the moment I am busy, collecting the things I shall need, from their proper places, and putting them in their now more needed positions. It’s a terrible thing, the way he has to leave us. But I see no other way for you to be completely happy in a life with me, if you know in the back of your mind that I did not fully carry out my duties as your faithful savior. I walk through the hallway, of the house you will soon calls ours. I pull the mask over my face, and rub my hands over the shiny metallic barrel of the gun that shall soon free you from his wretched arms. “I am the savior, you are the saved. We are the lovers, he is enslaved.” |
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burn667 | 03-01-04 12:20am i want to read part two
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| alastar | Re:, 03-01-04 3:38pm did i really?
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rere12389 | 03-01-04 7:07pm wow. that was awesome! you really have a talent for writing! |
| alastar | Re:, 03-01-04 7:26pm el thanko you el cherie |
allyson | 03-01-04 8:07pm wow.. |
| alastar | Re:, 03-01-04 11:32pm i'm hoping thats a good wow. |
Kate | 03-02-04 9:09pm That was beautiful, Ron. You did a very good job. |
| alastar | Re:, 03-03-04 3:13pm *thanks you* |