Post by Siobhan Arden on Jan 15, 2016 21:23:52 GMT -5
You know, it's okay to cry.
No makeup, just a clear, cold face staring across the small alley at the red bricks patterned upwards. Every tear that fell was a word. Her barren and dry face eluded the pained eyes that couldn't suffocate the emotion raging inside of her. Siobhan let every breath of pain stretch and contract until finally it was a struggle to even do the most basic of functions. A numb body and throbbing heart, she suffered in utter silence.
I'm sorry.
"You should've listened to me."
I'm sorry.
"Is this my legacy?"
I'm sorry.
There was no alley, just a cold barrel and corpse in front of her. Murderer. Murderer. The word echoed and tore at the inside of her mind. No longer heiress, Siobhan was an exile, cast out into the cold, stripped of her name. "God is gracious", but the only grace she received was shallow friendships. Gripping the barbs of bonds that were plunged far deeper within her than others, she pulled, ripping it from the very flesh that still allowed her to remain human. The scar tissue wept, blood coming down in thin rivulets. Looking upwards, Siobhan stared at the empty sky, still able to see the towering walls over the building tops. This was her salvation.
"I only tried to protect you."
I've failed.
"You are no longer welcome here."
What do I... do?
"You're no daughter of mine."
How easy it had been to fall into the hands of those who whispered kind words in her ear. A sweet temptation with a bitter aftertaste of sallow hopes. Siobhan blinked slowly, feeling one tear slip from the corner of her eye. It was all she would allow. No right to even exercise the gift of humanity, she bundled up every emotion into a tight bottle before casting it down the alley. It was too late to wish for regret.
No makeup, just a clear, cold face staring across the small alley at the red bricks patterned upwards. Every tear that fell was a word. Her barren and dry face eluded the pained eyes that couldn't suffocate the emotion raging inside of her. Siobhan let every breath of pain stretch and contract until finally it was a struggle to even do the most basic of functions. A numb body and throbbing heart, she suffered in utter silence.
I'm sorry.
"You should've listened to me."
I'm sorry.
"Is this my legacy?"
I'm sorry.
There was no alley, just a cold barrel and corpse in front of her. Murderer. Murderer. The word echoed and tore at the inside of her mind. No longer heiress, Siobhan was an exile, cast out into the cold, stripped of her name. "God is gracious", but the only grace she received was shallow friendships. Gripping the barbs of bonds that were plunged far deeper within her than others, she pulled, ripping it from the very flesh that still allowed her to remain human. The scar tissue wept, blood coming down in thin rivulets. Looking upwards, Siobhan stared at the empty sky, still able to see the towering walls over the building tops. This was her salvation.
"I only tried to protect you."
I've failed.
"You are no longer welcome here."
What do I... do?
"You're no daughter of mine."
How easy it had been to fall into the hands of those who whispered kind words in her ear. A sweet temptation with a bitter aftertaste of sallow hopes. Siobhan blinked slowly, feeling one tear slip from the corner of her eye. It was all she would allow. No right to even exercise the gift of humanity, she bundled up every emotion into a tight bottle before casting it down the alley. It was too late to wish for regret.
