Author Topic: the calm before the storm [8/11, evening/sunset, private]  (Read 254 times)

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Re: the calm before the storm [8/11, evening/sunset, private]
« on: August 11, 2012, 08:25:57 pm »
His yelling made her jump, but finally she didn't retreat. She couldn't let him believe such a lie. Perhaps it was because she'd finally begun fighting back against her own shattered psyche. Perhaps it was because he'd known her well enough to stand beside her. Something gave her strength.

Her voice wavered. She hadn't stood against a man in so long. Even with this burst of courage, it's obvious she's still unsure. "I am not an angel! And it's only right that I be cursed into service of the sort of man that I couldn't keep away from in life! The sort of men that I let do the things that made me into what I am. I made the choices that made me this way. I **** myself!" Tears were in her eyes, but she refused to cry.

The curse word coming from her mouth shocked her ears, and gave her jitters. Men didn't like women who swore... A voice whispered to her, but she ignored it. "I let myself be driven into the ground, and then dug my own cursed grave, Notte! I let them hit me, because I didn't deserve better. I became their ****, trying to repay the debt my birth incurred." Her eyes closed, and when they opened, they met his. "I am a ****, I am damned, I am tainted and dirty. I am what came from light ripped asunder by evil. I can't be saved. I was never able to be saved. And I won't let a good man fall on a sword that he shouldn't." Her hand reached out, balling into his shirt, as if to hold onto him, perhaps keep him in place.