"Almost there, Honey"
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I felt the familiar touch of the winds hands sweeping my face, pushing my back closer to the cliffs edge. Caressing the lethal blade of my knife was comforting. Blood dripped its way off the stainless steel and landed in the rugged palms of my hands. For one moment in my life, for one point in the long trip I had made, I felt peace within.
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"Almost there, Honey"

by Zakat45

I felt the familiar touch of the winds hands sweeping my face, pushing my back closer to the cliffs edge. Caressing the lethal blade of my knife was comforting.

Blood dripped its way off the stainless steel and landed in the rugged palms of my hands. For one moment in my life, for one point in the long trip I had made, I felt peace within.

Peace I hadn’t felt since I was stripped of all I loved. “I’m almost there, honey” I say “So nearly there” My knees were warmed by the growing pool of blood around myself.

Is this all mine?

I don’t even know anymore; Many nights I’ve lain in bright white rooms, hooked up to strange tubes pumping this…this…this isn’t mine I say to them,

the men in their white uniforms in the white rooms. They insist I have lost far too much of my own, and am in need of other people’s blood.

They say I cut too far this time and need to stop, stop for my loved ones. What loved ones? I’ve lost all I care for.

"Wait for me baby, please, I’ll be with you soon" The wind takes my words out unto the vast blueness just over the cliffs. I keep my blade close, still slavered with blood and flesh.

The whir of a distant siren brings me to my senses, tempting me closer to the cliffs edge. The siren is closer now, filling the once silent wind with a disturbed alarm.

Should I give up? Too far to give up, I tell myself. I have driven too far, I have run for too long. Lost too much to let him get away. Is this my blood? No, I remember. This is his.

The stalker, the rapist, the murderer. The devil’s blood. His flesh and blood upon my blade. He took her away from me, so I took him away from everyone. The sirens are deafening now.

I hear the clink of car doors opening. But I feel peace, even as I hear the shouts; A chorus of "Put the knife down", "Get away from the edge" and "Call an ambulance!".

I feel peace for the last time as I jump "Almost there baby, almost there"

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