I’ll Save You
Well I’m home now, I’ve managed to rescue two suffering lives today. It took longer than expected though, she was still a friend of a long time. I guess looking at the years we’ve suffered together, I needed a longer goodbye before I sent her off to where she belongs. I brought her to a broken highway, damaged by an Earth shake. There wasn’t a soul in sight, only the moon to witness my honorable deed, and the flickering streetlamps to capture my angelic sacrifice.
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I gazed into her eyes. They were so unsuspectful and genial. So much that it infuriated me to the point that I wanted to break her pale, slender neck right there. I had already imagined it. Her brittle bones break cleanly in half with such a musical and clean snap. I would play around with it, popping it back and forth, enjoying the different pitches of notes till no more whole vertebrates are left to crack anymore. All that would be left is the crumbling sound of her once upstanding neck. Once I’m done, she would limp down to the floor, her neck would curve like a swan, flexible and sweet. I’ll wait for the blood to return, re-enacting the velvet curtains steadily closing on the finale of my performance. I had to restrain myself. I needed her to understand how futile her life was and how I was rescuing her before I released her from this Hell. So she could finally be liberated and carefree.
“Are you happy with your life?”
“Well, yeah. I just got accepted to my first choice college, so I can party all night! Hoot! Hoot!” She replied gaily. It pained me to see her lie, especially when she wasn’t even aware of it. She was completely indoctrinated. I couldn’t blame her. I had thought that I was happy too, before I came to realize that everything was a hoax. My friends were fake, my family was a sham and my life was hopeless. When I realized that agonizing truth, I understood that there was no point living my life. It
benefited me in no way. I had been living for someone else, never for myself. I went to school and got an education so I could be useful to society and make my family proud. If you don’t have an education, you’ll be shunned and left to die in your own excrements.
benefited me in no way. I had been living for someone else, never for myself. I went to school and got an education so I could be useful to society and make my family proud. If you don’t have an education, you’ll be shunned and left to die in your own excrements.
“You’re not happy.” I rectified her.
“What?” She was confused, and a little bit nervous. “Uh… yes I am.”
“You’re living in Hell. Everything is a lie, your friends, your family, your life. Every. Thing. You just haven’t realized it yet, but I’ll help you see it.”
“Decimux? You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Her eyes finally filled up with fear. I felt much better. She had put her hands out to me, but started to shift backwards. She was scared of me, and put up a defensive stance.
“Don’t be afraid of me, I’m going to save you.” I slowly took out the knife that was in my backpack. She saw it as a weapon that can hurt her, but I knew that really, it’s a sacred tool to bring her to happiness. As I moved closer, she screamed and attempted to run away, in her high heels, on this broken road. I’d already anticipated this. They’re always scared at first but soon, they’ll quiet down.
“Help! Can anyone hear me? Help! Save me!” She screamed, but her voice was lost in this deserted construction site.
“I’m trying to help you,” I said gently, “don’t run from me.”
“No. NO. Don’t come. Go away! HEL-ah!” Her heel snapped between an understanding crack in the ground, and it seemed like she twisted her ankle as well. God must have been helping me. “Noo. Plea-... Please. Spare- spare me. Please!” She started crying hysterically, her words almost unrecognizable between her gasps. Yet her eyes stayed strong on me, still wide with life, watching my every movement.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the bad guy, I promise. I’m going to help you.” I spoke softly as I slowly stepped towards her, knife in hand. My beautiful Angelique, my only companion, she’s the only one that understands and would comfort me by the wind that would whistle past her gracefully curved body. That night, her beauty was beyond compare, the moonlight would dance on her body, jumping off from her to the world. She shone brighter than any diamond, it was painful to look at her, it was almost blinding. She was more melodic than any instrument, when she sliced through the air, she would create symphonies superior than any musician.
“NO! Come any closer and I’ll kill you!” She was grasping the few broken pieces of cement around her as if it was her life and threatened me with a shakened voice. I couldn’t help but laugh at her pitiful attempt to stop me. It was so cute. I’d started to drool, it was so pleasurable. I wished this moment would last forever.
“Help me if you want, but after you are asleep in eternal bliss. Then you will understand how righteous I was and thank me. Go off to where you belong, you don’t belong here. No one loves you here. When you die, your family will shed a few tears but soon, they’ll forget about you. They will feel grateful that you died, that they didn't have to see you waste your life. Didn't have to waste anymore time on you. You think they actually care about you? With enough money, they’ll even sell you off and you know that.”
“You’re crazy! Don’t come any closer!” Her black tearstained face was so beautiful. She was cleansing herself for me. It doesn’t need to look good for anyone else anymore. Her body knew what was happening and was cleansing itself to go to heaven, every pore of her body is pouring out her holy water.
“You’ll understand.” I raised the knife preparing to have it come slicing down on her sweet, tender, throbbing neck. White as a sheet of paper, ready to drip out that crimson sweet life nectar.
“NOO-ack” She choked on her own tears and was coughing her throat out, but her hands were still stayed up in the air, blocking me from reaching her throat. Those irritating hands that would always betray its owner, always placing her last and while doing things for others first. I’ll free her from these traitorous hand.
I see.
Her hands were confessing their sins and were offering themselves to me to forgive.
“Ok, I forgive you.” I was speaking to her hands, but she mistakened me talking to her instead of just her hands, and relaxed. She dropped everything to the ground, the rocks, and her arms laid limp in front of her, with the ground supporting her from not collapsing. She took in a deep breath and let it out with a small smile.
“I thought you were actually going to kill me! Hahah” She let out some nervous but relieved crackled laughter.
“Of course.” I took a step forward, crushing her hand and swiftly stabbed the knife into her arm. She screamed in such anguish, it stinged my heart for a brief moment, but it quickly faded out,
wrinkle less once more.
wrinkle less once more.
“Why are you doing this to me?” She gasped out between her heart warming screeches.
“I’m helping you, I’m saving you from these treacherous hands. Don’t you see it?” I unhurriedly sliced the blade across her forearm, letting her to say goodbye to her hands one last time before it’ll be forever released from her body. The sensation was so enjoyable, it was like cutting softened butter at first but then as I got to her sweet ulna, it was like a block of ice. I cranked it down, like a lever and her bones shattered like a glass stick, it was a very nice sounding crunch. Very comforting, like stepping on dry, crispy leaves on a fresh breezy fall day, or the sound of your favourite chip crushing between your teeth.
“AHHH!” Her screamed seemed like it went a octave higher, it tickled my ears, but it’s ok. She must’ve been very sad to part with her hands, I would to, but this is for a good cause, so she’ll get over it.
“STOP! AHH Why are you doing this?” Her sudden adrenaline rush, when she tried to get away from me, pulled apart her torn flesh like fresh cheese off a pizza, with a -RIIP- like the loud velcro of the shoe.
I guess she understood what was happening.
Her blood squirted out like a water jet, falling on her, covering every inch of her skin. Making her a giant red lollipop. Her wet blood filled up her eyes, causing her to be momentarily blind, she squeezed her eyes and screamed even louder. It was too noisy. I grabbed her neck, tightened my thick fingers which stopped the flow of oxygen to go through, and preventing the inhuman squeal out from her mouth. With her remaining hand, she tried to scratch me, however, because of lack of oxygen, her hands froze up, hardened into claws, curled and twisted. Her face was turning green, but I can’t let her go yet, she still hasn't understood. I let go of her neck and she collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air, it sounded painful, but she needed to learn.
“Do you understand?” I tested her. “Do you belong here?”
“Jus- -hic- just le..let me -cough- die…” She managed through her wet and clogged coughs.
“You finally understand, I’m proud of you. Now off to where you belong.” I thrusted my knife into her chest, snapping some ribs and right into heart. She couldn’t even scream anymore but silently left without a sound after coughing the last of her crimson liquid. I twisted my Angelique in her, just to make sure. The wet slurping sound assured me that she has departed to her heaven.
I left her body there where it was and jumped off the side of the road to the lake below to cleanse myself. I soaked myself into the cool, reflective black water. When no more residue was left on my body from being bathed in her blood. I got out of the lake, when I was debating to myself, whether I should clean up the mess or not. A stoned drunkard stumbled across her body. A drunkard, how society view as the worst, the lowest humans, but really they are the ones that are the closest to understanding my belief. They’re just too confused and scared of the truth, so they fill themselves up with alcohol, to escape from reality.
“Oh man. Dis reel? Jesus. Everything is spinning, around and around. Humph” He fell to ground, his face landing right into the pool of her still warm blood. “Gross man, dis pee? HOLY SHIT. This a dead girl. JESUS. Fuck, I must be so fucking drunk now.”
I climbed back up the road, dripping. The harsh wind wasn't my friend now. Taking off the warm moisture of my body to feed its starved dryness, leaving me there, cold and shivering.
“Yo man. You know what happened here?” He was talking to me. I didn't reply, I’d just stalked up to him, with Angelique behind me. “YO, YO MAN! This chu? Man, don’t come any closer, serious man. I kill you. I kill you.”
He was still a drunk, didn't know which was up or down. Someone that felt gravity pulling on him at every direction. Vulnerable, pitiful, damaged, the perfect target to save.
“You don’t belong here.” It’ll be a waste of time to get him to understand, he was beyond incompetent to understand the truth. I’ll just save him, and he’ll realize it when he gets there.
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Outside my window, I hear the annoying sirens of the useless public workers, doing nothing but spending our tax money trying to brighten up their pitiful lives, the consistent shrill, just like an alarm clock ringing on a desperate morning.
“Put your hands up. You are surrounded!” An echoey loud man’s voice bellow outside my house. It isn’t threatening or intimidating at all, more like the annoying buzz of a soon to die mosquito. I stick my head out the window, seeing rows and blocks of white cars, striped with blue and red, with little men scattered around.
“Do you want to be freed too?”
“Put your hands up, or I’m going to shoot!” He tries again.
I flop myself out the window like a jelly squeezed out of its container, with my Angelique by my side. We fly into the maze of the police. My laughter.
Angelique singing.
Fire shots.
Cries.
Silence.
