Post by Luna on Mar 28, 2008 21:29:45 GMT -5
{A character in one of my stories P.O.V.-Her past, present, and hopefully her future}
I lay in darkness, lonely, cold and scared;
I've seen death, been beaten and torture, but what more can there be?
This war draws on and on with no end insight;
As more and more creatures die for an unworthy cause.
People say they seen worse on the battle field, but I ask, who's and which one?
Like I said, I've seen death, been beaten and torture, but there's more:
The deaths I saw were the ones I caused, my parents died by my best friend's hand;
He wanted what I had & after his temper went off, took it from me & Kapera, leaving us for dead;
I've been beaten and torture by guys who wanted my love, but didn't get it because I turned them down;
They went after Kapera after me, wanting a 'refund'-as they called it, but I wouldn't let them have her.
More you ask?
Well, how about this: I had to watch my other best friend be mentally torture due to my mistakes;
She was the elder sister I never had and wanted, but never to see again.
Taking the blame for most of my actions after Mother and Father's death, so I say again-the deaths I've seen are the ones I caused.
One day I did something awful and the man was rude, but before he could hurt an eight year old me, she rushed to my aid and took the blame.
After that she was drugged and dragged away as I was force to go so I could "Learn my lesson, by watching the punishments."
Wait, I can't speak more, someone's coming.
Now I'll wait for my punishment in this hellhole of a bedroom I've been in for 13 years, only able to see my sister when I run some errands;
They clean me up three days ahead and feed me more to make my story realistic when I go visit Kapera at our old family friend's house;
The Edogawa's believe, but I see skepticism in Kapera's eyes at times.
But I really must stop rambling in this diary I saved money for-even though they're kind enough to let this be private for me-figured I need something to let my 'creativeness' out on.
The footsteps grow louder, but they are not the ones I'm used to, what could this mean?
I'm under my blankets now and wait, I don't trust this situation at all;
Kapera if you get this and I'm dead, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth and wish you well, so don't worry about me, just remember 'Bigger Sis' and I cared about you a lot.
~Five minutes passed and she peaks out the covers a bit~
There's a light, but from where?
A hand, a smile, and soothing voice...?
Can this be...? Am I dead?
What is the warmth? The warmth of Heaven or Hell?
If the Gods cannot tell me yet, let this my escape, my salvation, my hope, my heaven...
The voice of soothingness and warmth is a man's, but who?
I've never heard him before.....but maybe this in a long forgotten dream?
Or something out of a movie? A book perhaps?
He reaches for my hand-this warmth inside increases...
His hand makes the warmth stronger
And makes it harder to be dragged away from him;
Why do I feel happy, warm, and not alone?
Can someone truly make this-this feeling arise in my body-my chest?
His company may be just and allusion,
But when he sits me up in the bed right, and I look into his eyes, I see something-something I haven't seen in years...
"Are you...my savior?"
That warm and almost well-known smile from a lost memory appears once more, he nods and speaks,
"I'm here for you and I won't loose you again...Luna..."
Our lips met in a kiss that brought this warmth in my chest-no my heart-to it's boiling point;
This warm feeling in my heart, it's close to what I fell for Kapera- a sisterly love for her-but this is more and non-related type of love.
Is this what true love is?
It scares me, but something about him says I shouldn't be-that he won't hurt me like so many others have done in my past
He's here, my savior, my hope, my heaven...
My angel of death that dances on the Line of Life and Death...The Vampire that stole my heart.
I lay in darkness, lonely, cold and scared;
I've seen death, been beaten and torture, but what more can there be?
This war draws on and on with no end insight;
As more and more creatures die for an unworthy cause.
People say they seen worse on the battle field, but I ask, who's and which one?
Like I said, I've seen death, been beaten and torture, but there's more:
The deaths I saw were the ones I caused, my parents died by my best friend's hand;
He wanted what I had & after his temper went off, took it from me & Kapera, leaving us for dead;
I've been beaten and torture by guys who wanted my love, but didn't get it because I turned them down;
They went after Kapera after me, wanting a 'refund'-as they called it, but I wouldn't let them have her.
More you ask?
Well, how about this: I had to watch my other best friend be mentally torture due to my mistakes;
She was the elder sister I never had and wanted, but never to see again.
Taking the blame for most of my actions after Mother and Father's death, so I say again-the deaths I've seen are the ones I caused.
One day I did something awful and the man was rude, but before he could hurt an eight year old me, she rushed to my aid and took the blame.
After that she was drugged and dragged away as I was force to go so I could "Learn my lesson, by watching the punishments."
Wait, I can't speak more, someone's coming.
Now I'll wait for my punishment in this hellhole of a bedroom I've been in for 13 years, only able to see my sister when I run some errands;
They clean me up three days ahead and feed me more to make my story realistic when I go visit Kapera at our old family friend's house;
The Edogawa's believe, but I see skepticism in Kapera's eyes at times.
But I really must stop rambling in this diary I saved money for-even though they're kind enough to let this be private for me-figured I need something to let my 'creativeness' out on.
The footsteps grow louder, but they are not the ones I'm used to, what could this mean?
I'm under my blankets now and wait, I don't trust this situation at all;
Kapera if you get this and I'm dead, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth and wish you well, so don't worry about me, just remember 'Bigger Sis' and I cared about you a lot.
~Five minutes passed and she peaks out the covers a bit~
There's a light, but from where?
A hand, a smile, and soothing voice...?
Can this be...? Am I dead?
What is the warmth? The warmth of Heaven or Hell?
If the Gods cannot tell me yet, let this my escape, my salvation, my hope, my heaven...
The voice of soothingness and warmth is a man's, but who?
I've never heard him before.....but maybe this in a long forgotten dream?
Or something out of a movie? A book perhaps?
He reaches for my hand-this warmth inside increases...
His hand makes the warmth stronger
And makes it harder to be dragged away from him;
Why do I feel happy, warm, and not alone?
Can someone truly make this-this feeling arise in my body-my chest?
His company may be just and allusion,
But when he sits me up in the bed right, and I look into his eyes, I see something-something I haven't seen in years...
"Are you...my savior?"
That warm and almost well-known smile from a lost memory appears once more, he nods and speaks,
"I'm here for you and I won't loose you again...Luna..."
Our lips met in a kiss that brought this warmth in my chest-no my heart-to it's boiling point;
This warm feeling in my heart, it's close to what I fell for Kapera- a sisterly love for her-but this is more and non-related type of love.
Is this what true love is?
It scares me, but something about him says I shouldn't be-that he won't hurt me like so many others have done in my past
He's here, my savior, my hope, my heaven...
My angel of death that dances on the Line of Life and Death...The Vampire that stole my heart.