The End Had Begun.

Part 1.
She had trusted , she had been betrayed
a hasty prayer to the heavens she said
a plea to be given a painless death.
She knew her end was near
she knew it deep in her bones
drenched in sweat she ran
she ran those last few miles alone.
No escaping , no looking back
all scheming and planning gone waste
she wanted to but couldn’t
she could not slow down her pace.
Her heart pumped with a frantic beat
her legs threatened to collapse
with her lungs on fire she ran,
no escaping, no looking back.
She ran like she had never before
she had to , she had to run
death awaited her with open arms,
her ending had begun.

Part 2.
He sat in pleasant anticipation,
like a lion about to pounce its prey
a wicked smile, an ugly frown
he knew this was to be her doomsday.
She had escaped , eluded him
like quicksilver in his hands
but today the hide and seek was over.
This was to be her last day spent alive,
he waited for her patiently..
contemplating how she should die.
The gun would be a tad too quick,
while the knife was too messy an affair.
A poisoned glass of champagne maybe..
or was it to be the electric chair?
A thousand choices , a single death
which one should he choose?
Or should he like a gentleman ask
” Lady, the knife, the poison or noose?”

Part 3.
She came to a halt at the front door
her instincts warned that he waited within
She clenched her hands into two tight fists..
felt beads of sweat slide down her spine.
She took a step forward while her mind dragged her back
back to those hauntingly happy days,
she recalled those unburdened joyous memories..
that now seemed to her eons away.
She shifted her weight, the floorboard creaked
the slight sound brought her crashing to reality.

***
He heard the sound.
The wooden floor had always creaked
it had to be her, he knew it.
She would surely come to this room.
the room where it had all started.
There hung a smiling portrait of them together,
his mind dwelled upon those happy times
He listened to the opening of the door downstairs
memories derisively forgotten, he waited.

***

The door opened noiselessly or so she thought
surely he wouldn’t have heard it open?
She needed to go to the room
see it for one last time
She suppressed the tide of emotions
that threatened to drown her.
She forced her fatigued legs
to climb up the stairs
furiously hoping he wasn’t there.

***
How long would she take to reach the room?
His patience was fast turning to rage.
She had come this far, hadn’t she?
Now couldn’t she move a little faster?
He was growing impatient and doubtful
had she decided to give up? To scarper?
He made a move to rise but then decided not to,
a few minutes,he reasoned would do no harm
She needed time he knew, facing death wasn’t easy
after all it came only once, he could wait.
***

She opened the door of the room
her eyes seeking him in the pale moonlight
She forced herself to stand straight, to die dignified
He saw her enter, the way she stood
he couldn’t see her fear, he could feel it.
The air around them crackled..
Was it love? Was it hatred? Was it terror?
They both stood staring, not at each other
but at their portrait that adorned the wall.
For her time seemed to stand still but the seconds ticked by,
the silence was oppressing her, she could not find her voice
Finally with an effort she asked” How will I die?”
His lips curled in a menacing smile” Its yours to choose..
you have your options open, the knife, the poison or noose.”

 

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19 thoughts on “The End Had Begun.

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      1. I will! That is the only way i can. I have no definite ideas in my head. It is blank.
        😀
        My mom tried to find out “deeper meanings” and finally gave up. Personally, I don’t think too much.
        Going and reading yours.
        And thanks for reading! I am glad you liked it.

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      2. Yes! More. Lol. Pls. And you may be the first outside of myself to read that story it’s completely out of my writing scope. But I do enjoy adding to it now and then ~~ isn’t it rule one of writing to know how the story will end ? #breakingrules.

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      3. Absolutely.
        Its partially true, I just took some truth and added something that happens here in our society often enough.

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      4. Thank you so much for inspiring me to write right if you will check after party link on the desert blog I added some fictional stories that I have written and I would love to have your thoughts

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