are told by memories,
and often end
with a hero dying inside us.
For Science, You monster“Doctor, they are approaching. You need to evacuate. The population in the city is down to 10%. My statistics show that at least 40% have been infected and the rest have either died or fled.”
The high pitched, automated voice echoed among the alarms and sirens that went off through the compound. The screens that lined the wall conveyed an emergency broadcast and lights flickered in ominous hues of red. However, the woman in the lab coat remained in the same focused pose as she worked on some numbers and formulas.
“Doctor McKay, they are on the second floor. Please head to the nearest exit. This situation has a 0% chance of survival.”
“For the love of god, just shut up.”
“God is an entity whose presence is questionable doctor. I can’t have a feeling about it without interacting first.”
“Shut up Glyph,” Dr. McKay groaned between clenched teeth as she scrapped the line she wrote moments prior. “Stop the alarms. I can&
Escaping Father I"Whoever brings her to my feet will be my new right hand!"
Her heart sunk at the words, her gaze shifting between the man who spoke and the knights who were also looking at him in a state of pure shock.
"You heard me, what are you waiting for?" he said again, pointing his finger at her. They weren't that far apart, her horse only a few feet ahead of his as they moved through the forest, enjoying a normal hunting trip, or so she had thought.
"Father, you can't be serious," she muttered, nudging her horse to move further away from him. "I don't understand father, am I not your only heir?"
He didn't answer, merely stared at her, his fingers trailing the diamond hilt of his sword, a dark smirk crossing his lips.
"Run!" she yelled at the horse, dashing through the forest, trying to escape the knights who gave chase. The sun slowly disappeared as she entered the darker parts of foliage. The low branches scraped at her face and clung to her cloak as she plunged deeper
Ave,It's never enough for him,
she'll always be the punching bag
he enjoys to torture so.
Even when he's not around,
his cruelty never fades.
His twisted morals don't allow him to let her go.
He drops off the face of the earth,
a month or two, even more,
but the million memories are still there,
battling, struggling and ripping her
from the inside out,
a massacre within her heart.
With a thousand thoughts in her mind,
and the burning ache in her soul
she holds her pride to her throat,
ready to let her boiling blood pour.
Only then he comes back,
to renew his vows, to reignite
the longing, the sorrow, the so called love.
He took her for granted, that was his sole fault.
He stands aside, envious of her smile, though,
she's no longer his, and her eyes look the other way
while she shares a dance with another man.
She's no longer the wreck he worked so hard to create,
she now soars in skies he can't even dream to reach.
She sees him, but doesn't care,
behind his fanged smile and cold glare