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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 7:14 am
Guardian
By Amanda Seghi
January 19, 2007
“I remember a time, a time I faced Death’s cold face.
I remember the blood that dribbled, the warmth it left
on my cold body. I remember the screams coming from
the throat of the girl. I remember those eyes, the
eyes that pierced through a hardened soul; the
maniacal cackle that broke all else. I remember a
time, a time I did everything to save a girl. Do you
remember a time you almost died saving someone?
A girl I knew all too well. She was radiant; her
black hair could not compare to that of the raven. Her
skin was lovely, not pale and not unnatural; her lips
were thin. The mesmerizing part about her was her
eyes, those orbs of mystery. They were an eerie auburn
brown and they showed honesty and love, these were her
attributes. Oh I knew her well, this girl of mine, I
knew her since we were small. This girl of mine, the
one who’s very sweet voice rang through your ears and
the very one who’s name could make you turn gay. Oh
how she filled a heart with mirth. Her sweet name was
Melody; oh Melody was perfect for this girl, her voice
was a delicate rhyme all in itself. And I, to have
this girl to myself be enough for me, her and I best
friends till the end we had vowed. Then came a time, a
time I did detest, where I had to cope in sharing my
lovely friend.
Melody had found a boy, a boy she was particularly
fond of now. They only had just met and had swooned her
so. I met this boy of hers and he was charming indeed.
His sandy hair blew in the wind slightly, his smile
serene and his eyes blue. They were soft and kind, but
one could see a shadow lurked within the unknown, a
shade of mystery. I was not keen to see past what
people presented, but he was different, I knew there
was something he was hiding. And though I tried to
tell Melody, she would not stand for it. She was so
nice and naïve, she couldn’t see what I saw behind his
solemn eyes.
A year had went, their first anniversary. My suspicions
about him had waned since he had been good to her for
a year now. He did everything for her and hung out
with her and I as buddies. He was a good guy, from
what he had showed. The night of theirs, we went to a
pizza parlor for dinner, and then they were going to
the movies for a date. She looked beautiful as usual;
a long sleeve white shirt that flared at her wrists
accompanied by a long black skirt and boots. We all
shared a whole pepperoni, cheese and bell pepper pizza
that night. And I began to think to myself how odd it
was for her to wear what she had for a summer night,
but I over looked it that is until… Until I saw the
purple spots on her arm as the sleeve lifted away for
a quick moment. I never asked about it that night. I
only grew more worried as time passed and the spots
grew more numerous.
Melody called me late one night, while the rain
pounded and the thunder roared outside. She was
crying, her voice sounded of pain. I couldn’t hold
myself in any longer. I cried as she told me all that
the boy had done to her that night and the past weeks.
My thoughts that I so regrettably let go of were
correct indeed. My heart sank and rage devoured my
soul, how could he do this to her? I told her to lock
herself in a room, take a knife and the phone and wait
for me. When I hung up, I grabbed a jacket lying on
the couch and my steel baseball bat from my room. I
ran out into the storm to help a friend in need.
Upon reaching his dark house, I saw there were no
lights on, except this one; it was very faint on the
second floor. I got to the porch, the rain sliding off
my body slowly; I was soaked all the way through. The
door was unlocked and it creaked as it opened. I
warily stepped in, the bat ready for any surprise he
might make. She had said he went out for something,
but he could have come back by now. When I saw it was
clear for the moment, I ascended the stairs. A
startling yelp came from underfoot as I took a step;
two yellow slants glared at me from the floor. I
ignored the cat and kept going up. Once on the second
floor, I looked for the room, it was to my left. I
slowly crept to the door and knocked softly, calling
after, “Melody…?” Her meek voice came from behind the
door and I heard her steps come softly. She unlocked
the door and before I could see her face, she embraced
me and sobbed into my damp clothes. I held her face
and looked at her eyes; I saw, faintly, her glowing
eyes. The light was dying in them. I told her we must
leave at once; she grabbed her jacket and the
flashlight the produced a dim light. We gingerly
stepped back down the stairs. At the end, the cat
crossed our path. It seemed to be running from
something. I quickly took her shaky hand and followed
the cat that had previously scolded me. We were led to
the kitchen, and our new hiding spot. I heard the door
close in the front room and I told her to hide away. I
took the knife that rested on the counter and quietly
stalked to the corner of the dining room in the
shadows. I stayed behind the corner and waited, waited
for that sweet revenge. I heard breaths away off and
footfalls coming down the hall; once the breath was
above me, the shoes of the boy stopped in front of me.
I knew it was him, how could I forget? He called out,
“Oh Melody… I know you’re in here. Come out, come out
where ever you are.” It was too much to endure, she
whimpered in fear and he headed for her. I lunged at
the boy; I startled him so and we collapsed on the
floor in a wild mess of arms and legs flailing about.
He kicked the bat to the door, but I still had that
knife. Melody went around the island and ran to the
dining room, I think she still had that knife with
her. The boy turned and stabbed me square in my right
arm, I knew it then, he had intended to kill Melody,
and a twisted boy he was. Once I gained sight of my
purpose, I jabbed the knife into his calf and as he
hollered, I sprang up and ran to the dining room. I
found her and told her to leave, to get away from here
and find a safe place, get the police to come. As I
finished that crazy boy came into the room, swinging
the knife I had left in his calf every which way. I
dodge most, but he nicked in places, but I retaliated
with the knife he had given me. We fought, dodging
each other’s blade and trying to hit the other. We had
moved a lot, while ducking and backing away. I ended
up near the back door and I was cornered. I don’t
remember much about this, probably because he had
thrown me at the door and I shattered it and tumbled
into the mud. The rain was letting down even harder.
Melody, I heard her cries, yelling for him to stop and
all, he didn’t care. She was so afraid to do anything
and that when she did, she tossed her aside and she
hit her head. It was just he and I now, a duel to the
death. We both were bleeding enormous amounts of
blood, but it didn’t stop either of us. He didn’t come
out of the house for a few moments, it gave me time to
get up and ready myself. When he came back, he came
with a bag, the bag he had gone for earlier. He had
this devious grin on his face and as he rummaged
through that bag, I felt myself grow even more scared,
I knew there was something in there for me and I
wouldn’t like it. He took out a saw and some other
utensils; he had planned to torture Melody with those
instruments that drove me mad. I yelled at the damn
fool and used all the damnable words I knew. It didn’t
do anything but give me a sore throat. As he came at
me, I held that knife behind my back and pretended I
was helpless. I stood my ground, the rain pounded
fiercely and my heart running wild. Melody came to the
door and saw what was to take place. He grabbed me by
the throat and I looked at him as he said; “Now you
will die.” He raised his hand above his head and as he
brought it down I grabbed that arm and jabbed at his
chest. The knife protruded from his rib cage, I had
slipped and went to far to the right. He came at me
with a new furry and I saw behind him, Melody running
to us. I was focused on her; she reached him and
jumped onto his back, they collided into me and we
fell into more mud. I felt it, warm blood trickling
down, but who’s was it, I did not know. I heard more
screams come from her mouth and I saw that boy’s face
in front of my own. I had no weapon, but I felt that
knife sticking into my chest, so I pulled it out of
his ribs and reused it upon him. I closed my eyes and
took in the smell of rain and the shattering cry of
Melody.
Eyes opened, I saw him there, dead on top of me. I
had stuck that knife into his throat, his instant
death. He didn’t deserve such a quick one, but it was
over now. Melody sat beside me and cried as I moved
the corpse from me. Oh there was great pain that
jolted from my abdomen. That warmth trickled down my
stomach and soaked into my clothes. The night grew
darker and as I fell back, I saw the rain come down on
my face. Melody, my sweet Melody, she came to me and
held me close, she said she couldn’t let me go. I told
her it was time for me to go and that I was glad I
could help her, one last time. She wailed and sobbed
and thanked me so, she told me she loved me and
wouldn’t let me die. And for my last breaths of life,
I took in her sweet smell of lilac and the rain that
shrouded us in the night. I shall never forget that
smell of blood, the feel of warmth or the look on that
boy’s face. And as I watch over her now, I smile to
know that she has not let me die, for I still live
within her heart and I am grateful for the time I had
with her.
I remember these things all too well, for they were
my last moments upon the earth. I remember the blood
that spilled from my body. I remember the screams my
girl made for me. I remember those tears she shed for
me, for the very first time.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 7:20 am
Well, the post doesn't seem to want to go like I want, unless I re-typed it in Word. =/ So sorry for it being all to the left like that, just doesn't want to cooperate. sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:43 pm
Actually, it's cooler in this format...
You did an unspeakibly awesome job. I swear, I was inches from the sceen (probably a bad idea with my already screwed up eyes but it doesn't matter) I'll look forward to more of your works.
-Nephthys Angel
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 6:00 am
I, too, put my face too close to the screen sweatdrop Wonderful job, Kita!
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