Little Girl Lost Her Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl finds that the world she's tried to ignore for so long has stripped her of her inner child and she's left with regrets and heartache.

Submitted: October 05, 2010

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I dangled the four-leaf clover necklace from my fingers and watched the sun sink behind the trees.It pulled the memories down with it.The sun took it's retinue down and hid them from the world - hid them from me.I was utterly alone, thanking what god existed for the lack of monophobia in my mind.
Rain drops dripped from the leaves as it drizzled from the sky.It unleashed the scents of the moist earth which tickled my nose as I took it in.The smell of rain, fighting against my will to forget, brought a memory, an indelible memory the sun had forgotten to steal.
Suddenly, my lungs became hermetic and, in my attempt to breathe, I felt the tears stream down my face.The tears I had become fond of.They were filled with fear and uncertainty, pain and guilt.Four emotions I memorized but they are completely invictus.Unconquerable.When the breath finally came, it struck me with a paroxysm and I clutched the clover amulet to my chest as if to ease the pain.But I wanted the pain.I craved the pain, I deserved the malediction of guilt.I had fooled the world with my guise of an innocent being, but in reality, I was the sole purpose of a death.The death of a child.
In honesty, the victim was too credulous at the illusion of the world.The illusion the world was good and loving.I allowed her to love a lie so credible it almost fooled me.But all good things come to an end.She found heartbreak, she discovered lies, she found the fractious truth of it all - that nothing was truly good.Nothing apart from her innocent soul.Her gently hyperactive spirit was broken and she found herself in total submission - no longer knowing how to refute the wrong that was thrown onto her.
I realized that I had been the one to murder her soul with a simple faux pas in a ridiculous lie that should never have been born to my lips.My tongue was too prolific with lies.I let my mind wander and dance around the guilt, the responsibility of the death of a child.
The sun had been gone for hours, a thousand nights it seemed.The pastel colors the sun had painted across the sky were gone.Only the bombastic moon gave light.I lay my head in my hands, I was laconic and pensive.My mind was lost in the saturnine night.I lay down and felt of the earth beneath me.I lay there in silence and allowed our Mother to punish me in which way she saw fit.Me and her heartbroken child within.


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