Last Moments

People say when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes.  I never believed in this statement and I guess, now, to some extent, it’s actually true.

            I could say he was the one who saved me from my own destruction, but the irony is that be became my downfall.   I could feel my last moments approaching and yet, the only thing I could think about was the day he came to me.

            I could feel myself hitting rock bottom.  Nothing seemed to matter in this moment of time.  Falling into “the bad” crowd wasn’t something to be proud of, strung along to do everything that my so called friends were doing.

           That day, my current boyfriend began to show me his true colors.  He struck me for the first time.  I was appalled to say the least, but my anger only fueled his abuse.

            Cowering, on the floor I saw feet right in front of me.  The though that he had come back again made me cringe.

            I felt gentle hands pick me up and cradle me to their chest.  Looking up my vision was blearily.  Yet, through my wavering vision I saw his face. It wasn’t my boyfriend, but the school’s infamous “bad boy”.  I never thought he could be so gentle.  Trying to thank him I tried to speak.

            “Thank…” He cut me off.

            “Shh, just rest.”  His three word sentence held me in a trance, and I suddenly felt myself become weary.

            I never saw my said boyfriend again, and that should’ve been my indication to what was going to happen.  That was the first time he had entered my life.  And yet, here I am again, crippled on the floor.  I heard a voice begin to speak, so I concentrate to hear the soft spoken words.

            “I have you a choice.  Why didn’t you choose the right answer?  It’s all your fault that I did this to you.”  It was a main’s voice, and it cracked as it spoke. My heart went out to him, and I wanted to comfort him.

            I focused my vision on the poor soul before me.  The first think I could see clearly was the soft tears running down his face.  They fell onto my out stretched hand as I brushed them aside.

            This simple gesture comforted him and me and to add to the moment I felt at peace.  I know I should hate him and try to save myself but nothing seemed to matter; just like the beginning of it all.

            I knew this moment would be inscribed into his memory and haunt his every being of the rest of his lonely existence.  And that was all I needed for not only a peace of mind but for some closure as well.

            Time seemed to have wanted him and me to suffer still, as the seconds felt like hours and minutes like days.  I knew, though, that only he would truly suffer in the end.

            As I began to recall everything, little tidbits of things seemed to suddenly become obvious clues to who he was; his obsessions with sharp objects and his twisted way of thinking yet, to me I found no fault in them.  They were what made him different, unique in a dark way.

            In the end of everything it all came crashing down to the moment we were in now.  He gave me the ultimatum.  I chose the answer that I believed was morally correct.  He replied by stabbing me and I fell.

            The cold ground seemed rather enticing now.  My eyelids fluttered feeling like dead weight as I tried to hold on.  Alas, I couldn’t, so I fell.  In the darkness that began to consume my surroundings.  The scenery began to close in on me.

            I knew my heart would’ve been pounding if it had enough energy. So, I whispered my goodbye to him as I took my last glimpse before falling completely and utterly into the darkness, letting the chill of the night become my home.  At peace, I told myself.

            My last thought could’ve gone to remembering my loved ones or something sentimentally important but, instead it went to how this scene must’ve looked.  He was holding me, his hands and shirt covered in crimson.  Tears staining his sorrow filled face as a lifeless corps laid in his clutch.  Her face was serene as if she had accepted the fact that her boyfriend, her lover, had just killed her.  And I have accepted it.  What’s the point in denying it if I end up dead anyway?

            I knew I caused him pain even though he had hurt me worse.  I knew he would leave my body here to decay after he had collected himself.   I knew he wouldn’t stop killing countless others, letting them receive the same fate as me.  I do, though, regret not trying to live.  But in that moment I felt at peace, until my final thought.

The last memory that was processed before I went blank was his eyes.  As he struck me I saw the pain and hurt in his eyes.  I could see into soul, I felt like I was in one of those cheesy clichés.  But, that didn’t matter because anger shot right through me as I remember not seeing an ounce of regret or remorse. 

            In my last moment the only thing I could think feel besides the coldness creeping under my skin was anger.  I was livid but, that didn’t matter.  He would live no matter what.  So all I hoped for was revenge in whatever shape or form.

In the last seconds of my life I turned from an understanding and peaceful to scorned and vengeful.  As Shakespeare put it, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”  And those were words I believed whole heartily in.  I hoped that one day his deed to me would be repaid back, but by ten folds.

As my mind went blank I cursed him with everything I had and hoped that he would receive eternal damnation when his time finally came.  Until, then I knew I would never truly rest in peace.

Author's Note

Hey this is a short story that I wrote for my Writing Enrichment class.

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