Let go Beauty
By: Megan
June 22, 2012
Based on the dream she had
Labyrinth
walls high and grassy, grey murky sky, chill in the air, she can see her
breath.
At the
beginning of the maze is she. Looking around silently. For she heard a noise,
as if it was beckoning to her to come and see the mysteries of what lay ahead.
Innocent curiosity overwhelms her. A gust of soft coldness brushes back her
long, long, blonde curls. She closes her dangerously piercing blue eyes and
listens for another sound to help guide her…...
*Crack!!*
Eyes spring open, she starts into the labyrinth, following the sudden sound.
She follows and searches, twisting around the grassy walls that feel like
they’re gazing at her. She sees it, a figure! She catches a glimpse of it’s lower
leg and foot disappear into another path a head. With her eyes gravid with the
look of suspense, she picks up her pace.
Into a full
jog she goes after the shadow figure in the far distance. Every cautious turn
she makes, she only sees it’s leg and foot turn corners. There’s no way she’ll
catch up to it.
Lungs
hurting and stamina depleted, she stops and waits. She closes her eyes
again….listening for another sound….footsteps she hears. She can’t make up her
mind if they sounded close or far….*rustle, rustle* Cold air goes across her
body…..she hears breathing, a soft, steady inhale and exhale….cold breath
sweeps her ear and neck….she knows.
BAM! The figure grabs her from behind. On
the grassy, mossy ground she struggles under it’s grasp, trying to find a way
to leave it’s cold presence. Too afraid to see it’s face, she shuts her eyes as
tight as the vault lock to a safe. It’s nails dig into her side, pinning her
down so she can’t leave. She feels like a small rabbit, caught in the gruesome
path of a notorious killer. Ah, but now she feels the blood of her punctured
side flow down her body like water from a shower.
She somehow
gets away. Crawling fiercely, trying to get away from this thing she tries and
tries! Again it grabs her. This time it’s nails latch onto her right ankle and
pull her back to it’s ghastly presence. More blood she feels this time, but
from her ankle is where it leaves.
She opens
her eyes. Which are now as grey as the sky…the color of defeat. Feeling limp
and dead, she looks it in the eyes…..
It’s no
monster….
It’s him…..
They lock
eyes. He sees it is she….
Slowly, he
takes his nails out of her bleeding, broken skin. However, never looking away
from her eyes. Too ashamed to know that he had hurt her, he helps her up. Such
an innocent memory she was to him.
They stand
and face one another. Standing there, she’s confused to why he had all of a
sudden showed up in her life again. She thought he had forgotten about her long
ago… She knows immediately that she still loves him.
He however,
knows he can’t love her. Unfortunately, he belongs to someone else, someone who
he’ll never escape…
And out of
the lingering cold air and silence, he whispers “I’m so sorry Beauty.” And he
pulls her in for a long, meaningful embrace. He wipes the soft, silent tears
off of her cheek. Then, just as silently as he had slipped into the labyrinth,
he walks away back to the path he had came from. Beauty still stands there, too
emotionally and physically hurt to go after him or at least say anything to his
figure as he walks away in the grey, murky fog.
She knows
she let him go. And she knows she can’t ever have him. So silently she stands,
blood dripping from her wounds onto the ground.
She’s
alone…and forever she will be.
Let go
Beauty.
