The question that tortured me

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a very small short story that was made from one sentence. "We were complete opposites" This is not love, nor is it heart break, simply a recolection, a relazation made a bit too late to satisfiy the living, but it did give peace to one dead.

 

It is true, within this hellish scene of dying bliss, and truth dragging itself among the ground, injured and suffering from interal bledding, I know now that it is true. It is not that I never thought of it before, hell I even hopped that it was true. But never before was I sure, there was always some doubt, hiding there in the back of my broken mind, waiting to come out when the time came. Waiting to torture me with whispers of memories that came and went, like a bad dream, never to cease to exist, coming just when it was thought to have finally left. I hated you, and thus, along with my long hated doubt, came the need to despise myself. For truth was driven away at the moment, and bliss had yet to come. It was possible that it, it being coveted bliss, knew what you could do to it. I have always wondered if that was so.

Maybe it was that your ways had filled me with so much fear, so much anger, and tired me so, that it became my subconscious way to look within in flaws, and simpler fears of myself, in a feeble and unrealistic hope that bliss would knock on my door. Of course damed reality had to come, and the thought that it may not be true began to eat away at the very little that you had left of me. But now it has become clear that I am nothing like you. Even though your blood runs through my open viens, and out of the very wounds you made upon my body, we are nothing alike. Through years of horrid abuse and long painful moments of sanity, I suffered from your ways.

It was then, when you delieved your final angry blow, that I figured it out. Some may say it was a little to late for this realization of mine, others may wonder as to why that when they found me, cold and bloody, I was with a smile. Some may say I had died in a blurry sense of bliss, even though I know bliss died along with me. Others say that the truth had set me free. It seems truth had recovered from the internal bledding, although it still had the misfortune of unhealing breaks, but that is to be expected in this world no? We know that they are wrong, don't we father? Truth may had something to do with it, but not much, and bliss had passed long before I, no, it was my little realization that I had that brought the long over-due smile to my cold corpse. The physical pain had been nothing, nothing at all compared to your words, such furious blows.

It is now, in death, in the bittersweet moment of realization, that I found peace. We were complete opposites. Before I was old enough to remember we were different, and in my time of dying, we were not the same. Even now, as I float in nothingness, looking back on a time of the cruel insanity in which we had found fit to call reality, I smile knowing that even blood cannot connect us, and in the end it is you that lose. For I am here enjoying what some would see as the after life, and watching you die in what many would see as jail. Doubt has lost its path in my mind, and these memories of self-hatred, and uncaring bits of lost time have not come to me in so long. It is beacause of that that I am sure, that we were, and always will be opposites.


Submitted: December 05, 2008

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jakestands

pretty good

Sat, December 6th, 2008 8:57am

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Thanks.

Sat, December 6th, 2008 1:06pm

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