Tuesday, 21 July 2015

The Day I Died

This is a standalone story I decided to write. It might be a bit confusing, but I hope you understand what I was trying to put across. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Sapphire died yesterday, but it’s not the way you think. Eric, the man she’s married to isn’t the man he claims to be, and a lot has been sacrificed. On the surface Sapphire seems like a weak woman, keen to please her husband. It’s his way or the highway. No one sees that there is something else going on beneath the surface. It takes time, but the sacrifice she has made will finally become worth it in the end.
Sapphire knows never to judge a book by its cover, but before that can happen, she has to go where no one has gone before. It’s a story about love, sacrifice and finally justice.


He was silent, which made it worse. From out of that silence violence could erupt. I just stood still like a fool. Tears stung my throat. I know why I was crying. It made this much more difficult. His eyes moved from me and then back to the television a few times. I wondered what was going through his head. Wondered what he gained from portraying such behaviour. It was the worst feeling not knowing which way this would turn out. It was like waiting for a volcano to erupt. Knowing it would erupt at some point, but not knowing when.
A thought hit me. Perhaps it was time to break this craziness. Perhaps it was the right time to put an end to this. I looked at the exit. The key was in the front door. It would take too long to turn the key and run out the door. I know where I’d go! How would I get past him? It was a crazy thought, but it had to be done. This had all been a mistake. I had to set myself free! I took a few deep breaths. I watched as he took a sip of the tea. That was my cue. He wouldn’t be a hundred percent alert, nor would he expect that I’d make a run for it.
It was instant. I ran past him. The tea cup fell from his grip and he was right behind me. My hand turned the key, the door opened, I felt the sun on my skin, but just as I was about to step out, I was pulled back in. The door shut instantly and I was dragged back into the living-room by the hair. It felt like I was being burned by a relaxer. He spared nothing, he made sure I felt the pain.

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