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Night 2: Anger

As my family fell asleep, I stayed up, waiting. Anger flowed through me like electricity, and I knew that tonight would be different. I waited till I knew my family was asleep, and alas I got up and exited the caravan.

I took one look at the stars, the flickering and burning, the positioning and it's beauty. One look and I was marching over to the playground, where his figure sat on the spinning seat, not fully there but enough to be seen. My features fumed with anger.

"You fucking dick," I shouted at him, storming over, preparing to fight him, "you fucking dick!"
He stood and turned to me, emotionless.
"You think you can come here and be all freaky and shit, well I've had it up to here. You DESTROYED ME. I spent MONTHS TRYING TO FORGET YOU, the PAIN YOU PUT ME THROUGH, and NOW you just appear? YOU MONSTER!"
I ran to him and began hitting him furiously. He seemed unfazed, unharmed by my anger, like nothing could touch him. I screamed at him, tears running down my face as he stood there, like nothing ever happened. I whimpered back, sniffling as he watched, patiently.
"How could you?" I sniffed, confused with how nothing impacted him. "How could you be so cruel when you loved me?"
He breathed, the first sign of movement since he stood.
"How could you? I loved you more than I have loved any boy to come into my life. I wanted to marry you. You doubted my words, you threaten suicide just to see if I truly loved you! What sort of human being does that!" I was bawling my eyes out by then, anger flowing through my body that I wanted to scream for years. He stood there, waiting. For something.
"You are full of anger," he finally spoke, monotoned. In that moment, something jarred in him, pushing him back in agonising pain. The anger slowly disappeared from me, "but you know nothing. Fool."
"Why are you here," I muttered, clenching my fist to keep the anger, "why do you disappear like you're in a dream."
Something jarred at him again, this time causing him to fall back, landing on the bark chips. I watched him, dumbfounded, because I honestly still had no idea what was happening. I was suddenly angry for a day, wanting to fight something that probably wasn't even present.

He slowly arose, hand nursing his wrist.

"I am nothing but a soul," he began, his hand moving as if he was trying to stop something escaping his wrist, "something that appears and goes. In 72 hours time, the Pete I was, in his humanly glory, will commit suicide."

I stepped back. The reality of the situation hit me then, a ton of bricks finally taking its toll on my shoulders. I watched shocked as he continued to try and stop something on his wrist. I didn't want what he said to be true, for his soul to be here to warn me.

"I-I," I struggled with my words, the idea of my old lover killing himself hit, "I don't understand."

He removed his hand for his wrist and began to walk away.

"You have not healed properly, nor had I. It is time for both of us to heal. I'm here to be your final glimpse of your past darkness, giving you the opportunity to let go." He looked down at his wrist again and began to fade. "Tomorrow you will fear for my life, and tomorrow I shall hate you for it."

With those words, he completely faded away, leaving me alone in a quiet, dark, empty playground. I look around in panic, a tear rolling down my cheek. The idea of him killing himself stung, and I knew I was to blame.

The fear crept in, a lurking monster I could no longer keep underneath my bed.

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