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[b] July 22
It’s the middle of summer and it’s a very hot day. The air is stale and smells of death and fire. Annalin’s body was now a pile of ash. A few years prior to this horrid tragedy Annalin had married Damien. They were a really happy couple; it was easy to tell that they were deeply in love with each other. It was a late Tuesday afternoon in March, when Damien had began gambling. He owed many people money; He couldn’t pay them back because he and Annalin didn’t have the money. Months went by and threats got worse, until July 22, 2002. The people Damien owed money to, had kidknapped him. They took him back to his house, were he could smell the gasoline and hear his dear Annalin’s muffled screams. Two more men came out of the house with a chair, rope, duct tape, and Annalin.
The forced Damien into the chair and tied him down with the rope and duct taped his mouth. Then they tied Annalin to one of the columns of their house. While a third guy took a can of gasoline and poured it around the house. When everyone had completed their “duties” they stepped and stood behind Damien. The boss lit a cigar and tossed the match in the gasoline surrounding Annalin and the house.
The goons had to hold Damien’s eyes open. He had to watch as the fire painfully peeled away Annalin’s flesh layer by layer. He also had to watch his life die with Annalin. He couldn’t go to the police; they’d kill Damien as well. As far as he knew, the only thing to do was to keep to himself, and not talk to anyone anymore.
Years went by and Damien had become so secluded that he forgot how to talk. He has never forgave him self for his wife dieing, he had caused all the trouble. Every once in a while someone would stop him on the street and ask “how are you doing to day Damien? Any better?” all he did was just look at them and open the close his mouth. He would always walk around with his arms around himself, like he’s shielding himself form life.
Exactly four years after his wife’s death, he could still smell the burning flesh and smoke in the air. Finally on that day July 22, 2006, Damien couldn’t take living his life this way. He doesn’t want to suffer; he needs to end the pain. So he went into the kitchen and finds a sharp knife. He puts the blade to his flesh and applies pressure. Just enough so when he moves the knife back, it will shred the skin and a dark crimson liquid will spill out.
Damien just lies on the cold tile, while he drains himself of all his blood. No one even notices that Damien is gone. His lifeless grey body just lieu in a dark crimson puddle. Now Damien and Annalin shall be together again.
 BeautyIsImperfect · Sun Jul 15, 2007 @ 05:15am · 1 Comments |
