A Plea For Death

[rukio 8924]

His name is carved into my flesh. A permanent scar to mark me as his. Less blood was lost than I would have thought from so deep of cuts. Every letter of his simple name was carved slowly, both for precision and pain. For pain is what he gave me, though her never intended it. I was, and still am, simply his to use as he sees fit.

 

Love me, as I have always love you. If you are unable to then know that you needn't comply. Treat me as Demetrius treated Helena while in love with Hermia, if it pleases thee. Strike me as you would a common dog or tell me how you hate me, if that will make you feel better.However you treat me, know I will always think of you as Juliet thought of Romeo. After all, was it not you who likened us unto them?

 

We were a tragedy, just as they were. Love stricken teenagers, too young and full of emotion to understand what it was we would suffer. Though you left so I would not suffer, you left me behind, alone and miserable. It was not your fault, I would sooner die then ever blame you. I am simply an emotionally fragile girl, shattered by the things that tore us apart.

 

For the scars on my heart will linger. Long after the physical scars have faded will my heart ache. Now, as you have read this and know of my feelings, I wish to request one thing of you. As you would no doubt allow a dog in agony to die, I beg of thee, my love, let me know what sweet blissful peace death will bring. Allow me the privilege of dying with your permission, as you cannot love me as you once did. I would sooner die than continue living, knowing my love is unrequited.  

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The girl smiles softly, laying a hand against her neck as she rereads the paper. A vague memory passes, and she recalls the day she wrote the note. Reading it again, she sighs quietly, remembering how it had stung when she was no longer loved. Looking to her arms, she couldn't help but smile with amusement at how all but one scar had long since healed. His name was still etched there, fading much slower than her other scars had. Putting the note away, she slowly exited the room. 

 

"As Juliet did die for love and I did not, perhaps you were not my truest love after all..." She says softly to herself, humming quietly as she shuts the door behind herself.

[Knox213 10]

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