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This is my newest story... Enjoy. Written June 28, 2000... As usual, my real name and other people's names are changed because frankly, it's none of your business.
The Letter I died before I even opened the letter. A long white envelope. The all too familiar handwriting. Finally everything added up. Cute stamp, cruel heart. I already knew what was in the letter. In a way I guess you could say I expected it. I trusted him. How could he? How did I know? I was warned. Even now I think back to that dream so long ago. It was a strange dream. One that left me with many questions. I stared at the letter in disbelief. My Dream... I woke up in his room. He stood at the foot of the bed holding the dagger he had ordered for his ex-girlfriend as an anniversary gift. He was talking. "I'm going to give it to her," he told me. I blinked. Staring back in disbelief. "I... understand," I lied. Of course I didn't understand. If he loved me, he wouldn't do that to me. And that was where the dream ended. I opened the letter slowly. The handwriting, slightly sloppy. My heart shattered. The pain dulled slowly as I read on, my anger taking an edge. I felt someone else's anger.... not mine. Someone close to me. My spirit guide? Angry? Then it all made sense. Of course!! I wasn't the only one that trusted him. My spirit guide trusted him, even to the point of contradicting me. My anger vanished as a smile slowly crept across my face. "It's not over yet," I said to myself feeling the all too familiar need flow over me. It does not end here. It ends on my terms. I wanted to taste the sweet nectar of vengeance once again. I got up slowly, placing the letter back in the envelope. The phone rang. "Hello, Jausserande" Antonio said with an unusual concern. "What do you want?" I demanded flatly. "Are you okay? I felt something..." "He broke up with me. He's back with his ex. I'm tired let's play a game." "Welcome back. Tomorrow meet me at the mall. We have some shopping to do." "I'll be there.... will you?" "Till next we meet..." CLICK. I smiled. Things will be a lot different. I did not take kindly to being murdered. Nothing like playing the old game... I was back but this time I learned a few new tricks. "Why can't you see that's everything broken..." I sang to myself as I picked up my pen. Stabbing Westward, an interesting band... I began drawing small sigils on a piece of paper. I thought to myself, Oh what shall I wear to my funeral.
My Eulogy... The dearly departed was a fool who believed that it was possible to fall in love. She believed in true love and most of all she believed she could trust him. And he betrayed her. But let us not dwell on the past for like the great phoenix, out of the ashes has arisen a new better Jausserande. One who would not be so easily fooled. And so yes it does end here... For one part of myself at least. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust... In Perfect Love, In Perfect Trust... But the phoenix IS immortal... and so is my spirit. If you think that I would die so easily, you have much to learn my friend. And it will not be an easy lesson. I promise you that much. Once I would have given him the world, now he must suffer.
© June 28, 2000 |
