hey! i made a short story! any way, i thought i would like to share it with you guys. i hope you like it!
plz comment. i want to know your thoughts. and one more thing! the two characters are best friends. just keep that in mind ok! XD
We stand here face to face in a meadow, in the middle of a beautiful forest. The sun’s warm rays that shine down from heaven touch our fair delicate skin. I never thought this would happen. Oh, how I was wrong. It pains me to know she’s leaving me. She’s leaving me behind, to go to a place that would deceive her, torture her, maybe even murder her. I shiver at the thought. I was chasing her, trying to stop her and look where it has taken me, taken us.
It’s like she’s hypnotized by a shadow from Hell that has grasped her by its very own hands that look like depths of darkness that goes on for eternity. I want to cry, but I must be strong. I want to save her but trying to convince her won’t work. Nothing will work, except one option that has crossed my mind. The very option that I thought I would never have to do to a best friend. Kill. My heart feels like it’s about to shatter.
She stares at me with cold, oblivious eyes. “You’re wasting your time. Go back home,” she says with a hard tone. I only shake my head. “I’m not letting you go like this. Don’t you understand? You’ll die!” She laughed, thinking my misery is hysterical.
I clenched my fists tight. “If I can’t convince you, my only choice is to kill you.” The words burned my throat as they came up and out my mouth. She stopped laughing. Her look turns into a surprised stare, but she smirks at the thought. “The question is, do you have the heart to do so?” I know, we both know that I don’t have the heart to do so.
She sighs, “You know what, you talk tough but, you don’t act tough. That has always been your weakness. You’re too soft hearted that you can’t even squash a bug. You’re pathetic! And you’ve always have been. If you say you have to kill me, go ahead, and let’s see if you have the heart to do so.” She chuckles as she draws her sword. She gets into a fighting position.
I draw my sword, shaking. Tears sting my eyes, but I won’t let them loose. I want to be strong. I too get into position. We run at each other and clash our swords. We stare into each other’s eyes. I see a menacing lust of hatred in her eyes. As for me, I bet she can see the pain and misery she is causing me to bare.
We fight for long hour’s non-stop, destroying every beautiful thing that surrounds us. I may have a soft heart, but I can fight. I never held back. I gave it my all. Right now, I don’t want to be here. Fighting someone you love so dearly is like having a nightmare. A nightmare so scary you start to cry like crazy. You try to wake yourself up but it’s not working. You start to panic.
Having a feeling like this makes me want to puke. Who knows, maybe I have this feeling because I’m very exhausted. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Tired already?” She asks even though she’s doing the same thing. I let out a small laugh. “Not quite.” I say, even though we both know I’m lying.
I keep reminding myself I have to keep going. I have to stop her, but the very thought of having to plunge my sword into her makes me want to die. I run at her again, trying to put strength into my legs and my arms. I hold my sword straight forward. It seemed she was too weak to block my attack because the next thing I know, I hear a slash. I’ve plunged my sword into the middle of her chest.
I was shaking so violently. My face has gone pale like white snow. I look at her face. She too, was just as pale but her look of shock and pain hits me hard. A streak of blood silently flows from the corner of her mouth. I pull out the sword and quickly catch her in my arms.
It’s raining now and I’m crying. “I hate you so much.” She says, staring at me. “I know.” I say back. “Why couldn’t you just let me go?”
“Because, I love you.” Her expression turned into confusion. “After all I have done, you say you still love me. You truly are pathetic.” I laugh, but only a small laugh. It went silent. I thought she finally passed on but, I heard a sniff. She was crying. “Finish me off.” She says. I was taken back. “Why?” I ask confused. “Because I don’t deserve to live.”
I shook my head. “No, you do deserve to live.” I held her tighter. We were both crying. “You’ve always been a good friend to me. I was never able to return the favor. I was really jealous of you because of your kindness….” She choked up some blood as she spoke.
“If I had to die, I would rather die by the hand of my very best friend.” She stared up at me while she said this. Her eyes were different now. It’s like a whole lot of weight was lifted from her soul. She could live peacefully now. I bent down and kissed her smooth cold forehead. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you too,” I said as I picked up the bloody sword that lay beside me.
I lay the sword on her throat. “I guess this means goodbye.” New wet tears filled her eyes and flowed silently and gently down her cheeks. I wept as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll see you soon.” I said, thinking we will meet again, but in another life. She shook her head. “I won’t be going to the same place you’ll be going.” Those words finally shattered my heart into a million pieces. I hugged her closer to me and sobbed.
“Please, you must really let me go now.” She said while putting her palm on my cheek. I nodded, with the sword firmly in my hand and on her neck. “I’ll miss you.” I whispered. She closed her eyes. It felt like my hand moved on its own. Blood from a best friend was the last thing I ever wanted to see, last thing I ever wanted to feel.
The rain came down hard and fast. I knelt there for what seemed like eternity. I buried her of course, in the meadow where it looked so peaceful. That is where she belongs, somewhere peaceful. I will never forget the memories we once shared, the times we were always together. My life will never be complete without her.
As years go by, I keep thinking back to what I have done. I’m old now, soon to fall in a deep sleep and hopefully see her smiling face again. I lay in bed and think, if I hadn’t killed her, would my life be different? Would she still be alive at this point? I ponder until my eyelids can’t stay open anymore.
Sleep gently takes over. My body rests. I breathe slowly in and out, listening to my quiet heartbeat. My breathing gets slower. It feels like I’m being pulled towards a bright light. I open my eyes to see a face of a beautiful angel, my best friend. She holds me tight and says, “ Welcome home.”
