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Embittered

“I’ve had enough!” she screamed, “You never take anything serious.  Everything’s just a big joke to you, isn’t it?!”

“Maybe it’s not me.  Maybe you’re the one who needs to loosen up,” he returned nastily.

“I don’t have to take this from you!” she shouted, standing.

“Fine, leave.  Run away and go cry in a corner like you always do, you self-centered, attention-seeking bitch!” he snarled, “Nobody cares about you anyways.  No one will miss you when you’re gone.”

Her face softened temporarily as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Fine,” she said.

She stalked out the door, slamming it behind her.  As she walked down the street, she removed her engagement ring, throwing it down a storm drain.

Those were the last words he ever spoke to her.  This is was the last conversation they would ever have.

She didn’t come home last night.  Or the next morning.  He thought nothing of it at first.  She needed her space. She was probably staying with friends or family to cool down.  But as the days went on, he began to worry.

“Hey, Victoria, it’s Michael again, have you heard from Lucy-oh…ok, thanks.  Let me know if you hear anything…” he said dejectedly.

He ran over the conversation they had had before left.  Why had he said those things to her?  He was angry.  He never meant any of it.

As he sat at the kitchen table, running his hands through his hair, he heard the sound of footsteps coming up the steps to the front door.  He jumped, throwing the door open.

“Mr. Michael Vincent?” asked the officer in surprise.

“Uhh…yes, I’m sorry…I thought you were someone else…” he said quietly.

“I’m afraid we might have some bad news,” said the second officer, “May we come in?”

He nodded, leading them into the living room.

“Can you identify this ring?” asked the first officer, handing Michael an evidence bag.

Michael turned the ring to look at the inside of the band, seeing the engraving, he broke down in tears.

“Do you recognize this ring, Mr. Vincent?” prompted the first officer.

“It-It’s Lucy’s…god…is…what…?” sobbed Michael.

“We’re not completely sure.  We found it on a body burned beyond any recognition,” explained the first officer, “We were hoping that we could identify her by her possessions.”

Michael was too far gone to be able to hear what the officers were saying anymore.

Lucy looked in through the window smiling.  She finally made him see the pain he had caused her.  It was a burden he’d have to bear for the rest of his life.  This had turned out better than she had expected.

 

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Ice Cold Flames

It was so cold.  It never used to be this way.  Whoever said Hell was fiery…they were wrong, I know because I’ve been there.  I live here!

I can’t remember exactly what it was like before, but I know it wasn’t like this!  There is ice all around me, frozen, like my heart.  I’m numb, but I still feel the pain of his absence.

I’ve been like this since he had left.  Hell has been like this since.

Before, when I was alive, my life was a blur.  All I remember of it was my parents’ shame, the demon’s visit every evening with an overly good-looking boy.  This boy had a name–Alexander and he was the son of the devil.

The next thing I remember was my wedding.  I was only sixteen.  He looked eighteen, but he could have been over a hundred years old.  I was the payment for the debt my parents owed.  They had wanted a son so badly, so the devil gave them a son.  In return, he wanted me…to ease his son’s insatiable loneliness.

Marriage was what I wanted.  I loved him.  And he loved me.  We were happy.  For once in my life, I felt that I was free and able to do what I wanted, be who I wanted to be and somebody loved me for who I was.

It was the happiest years of my life, full of warmth and love. Our first child was a boy.  But as they say, happiness is temporary.  It was a dark and fiery evening when they came for him, the angels.  They wouldn’t explain anything to me.  They just took Alexander away.

I can still hear his voice, “Moira, Moira, don’t worry baby, I won’t be long.  Wait for me, I’ll be back.”

He never came back.  I’ve been waiting…just patiently waiting…for…for…so long…

How many years have passed?

I’m so lost.

So alone.

When he left, all of hell mourned for his absence.  A hush fell over the land and a pain consumed us all.  His father filled his heart with as much anger and determination as possible to fight the angels to get his son back…his only child…my Alexander.

One month.
Two months.
No news of either.
Three months.
Four months
Nothing still
Five months.
Six months.
Things got cooler.
Seven months.
Eight months.
I’m so cold…
Nine months.
Ten months…
A year…
Everything froze…except for me.

He never came back.
Father and Son.
Devil and my love.
My Alexander……

Everyone…frozen in place.
Like ice statues, with a sheet of ice draped over them
In an ice palace.
In the depths of hell
Jagged with frozen flames
Dangerous, but beautiful
And dead.

I walk amongst them…
Still…
Cold…
Lifeless…
Lonely…
I caress their faces.
Looking for my son among them
In the ice museum

He went out to play one day…and never came back

I sit
Wishing to die
But cannot
For I am already dead.

I think of all the people who made promises.
To do something when hell froze over.
Well it’s frozen, and so I make a promise
When hell thaws out, I will have my revenge
I will find my son
I will find the Angels who did this
And I will administer my own justice

Together

Him and I

Mother and Son

Forever

Vengeance will be mine

 

 

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