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abhorrenthag · 4 months ago

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some writing i did a while ago ⭐️

tw: mild gore

I spent the first few moments trying to convince myself that the loud thud from the bathroom was nothing more than the pipes, or a bird hitting the window, or even an auditory hallucination. Even the possibility of me going crazy, being pushed slowly and painfully to the brink of insanity as shadowy figures whisper endless nothings in my ears, was better than the idea of something happening to her. I called her name, softly at first, but soon with more urgency than I had ever expressed in my rotten, dreadful life. The door was unlocked, though I would have sooner kicked the door down than let a lock stop me. I stepped into the room and my heart stopped as I hit the floor.

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As she came back into blurry focus I tried to move towards her motionless body, crawling on my hands and knees across the yellow-stained tile. I knew they would find us eventually, but why now? Why, when we had finally found a home? Why, when we could finally love each other painlessly? Why now, when we were finally safe? I noted the open yet vacant window as I reached her.

“Maya.” I said her name again as tears carved their way down my cheeks. “Maya!” Her eyelids remained closed as a strand of her hair was blown aside by the icy wind. I held her pale face in my hands as I wordlessly mouthed her name again and again, too breathlessly racked by silent sobs to make a sound as I checked her pulse. My heart jolted as I felt a weak flutter of a heartbeat before breaking as I looked across her body at the thick, incarnadine blood mercilessly gushing from an open wound in her side. “Shit!” I whispered as I parted my hands from her face, now unable to desperately pretend that she was unharmed. I pressed down on the gash with all the pressure that my frail, shuddering body would allow me and, tears pooling in my throat, rasped her name once more. “Maya, please, darling, please wake up.” There was no answer, which accentuated my anguish tenfold as I felt my fragile, ragged hope slip away from me and I checked her pulse once more. I felt as if I was the one dying as I registered her heartbeat withering, the dull thudding slowing under my crimson, shaking hand.

I pressed harder on the laceration, summoning strength from somewhere feral in my body I had never seen before. She couldn’t die now, not after everything we had been through, I couldn’t live without her, she was my world. The fleeting comfort of the surge of blood coming to a standstill only made the return of the bleeding more torturous as my feeble efforts did nothing against the anger with which she had been attacked.

I let out a jagged, gasping cry as I grasped her face again, all hope of stopping the persistent, vicious flow of blood gone from my mind. Possessed by agonising helplessness, I held her in my arms as I closed my eyes and looked to the ceiling.

“Please-…God. Please save her…I- I beg of you.” I choked out, as traumatic, sinister memories plagued my guilt-ridden mind. “Please,” I prayed mournfully as I looked down at the woman I had sacrificed my life for, the woman who had saved me time and time again, the woman who I had hoped I’d spend the rest of my life with, and I sobbed.

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