Rejection

Ravishing even in the darkness, she waited, seated on her stone pedestal. A small faun walks up to the stone, and peers into what it sees as darkness. It sees nothing, and doesn't feel worried. It eats a bit of grass at the foot of the pedestal, and moves to walk away. She rises, and reaches out, and with a single hand pulls one of the hind legs off the faun. It screams, falling to the ground. She waits, filling her soul with the wails, and then rips off another leg, and then the third. By this time, rage begins to build up, and she goes faster and faster, breaking the faun into little pieces. At the end, there is nothing, but splattered pieces of faun everywhere. There is more blood than one would ever imagine to exist in such a small animal. She reseats herself.

The faun shudders, imagining a black dream, and walks away from the pedestal. It imagined its death, a horrific painful ordeal, like no other. And now, it can think of nothing else, but its ultimate demise. A clear picture of its death, it shatters into a thousand fragments, each a new death, each burying painfully into the faun. Why? Why? Why? I WILL DIE. The faun perishes there, just falls dead.

The woman goes back to Hell, Lady Doubt wins again.

Change

Sitting alone on a hill, you watch the sunset. You look down into the lake below, surface aflame with the dying sun. A small breeze comes fluttering by, unsettling a few leaves, but the scene is a calm one. All alone, with no one else a hundred miles around, you sit and watch the lake. A blade of grass dangles from your mouth, as you squint your eyes. Your eyes, the only window into your soul. And your eyes are burning with anger.

So much changed, so quickly. Everything slipped out of your control, changing so much. Like a stack of precariously balanced sticks of lit dynamite, your life came crashing down and blowing up at the same time. A brief moment of happiness granted you an eternity of sorrow. An eternity of solitude. An eternity in which you could replay the same incidents over and over, again and again, in your head, except in your version, nothing wrong happened.

A bird flies over your head, and you don't even notice.

Tears began to well up, and start flowing down your cheeks.

"Why me?" you ask yourself, but you already know the answer. You fucked it up. You dug your own grave, and you enjoyed it. You killed everything inside you, all your happiness, all your joy.

You're shaking, sobbing. There is no way out now. You see no light at the end of the tunnel, and it hurts. You've lost all your joy and happiness. You've lost the only thing that you lived for. You gambled everything, and you lost.

Well, fuck that. You get up, smile, and head out. You ain't lost fucking anything. Your life begins now. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you suck, or you're not good enough. Don't ever gamble everything you have. Two lessons you learnt. Ha, you smile again. Don't ever fucking get attached to anything ever again. You sling your pack over your shoulder, and walk out into the coming night, with a smile on your face.