The 9Th Day
By: L. G. Olson
"I've seen the darkness. I know the secrets that it hides and I have felt the pain. I have felt my own blood pool under me. I know the price it holds, and on the 9th day I will pay that price."
The 9TH Day: Introduction
Lifeless, Broken, Hatred, Brutal. I was afraid of being part of life and even worse, I would miss it. A marriage based on lies, I fell so hard that the blow has left me cold and broken. I hated life for what it did not give me, and the man who had taken it all from me. I could not be touched and I was too empty to see that all I had to do was reach out; but I was too scared to act on it. To broken to heal the endless wounds. Find a stranger and you'll be safe, find a stranger I'll be safe. A stranger found me.
I remember the pain. So much pain and the evil that follows in the wake of its destruction, the fevered rush that surges through your soul and feeds the hatred that it leaves inside you to rot; It keeps you locked in its brutal clutches until you find a release. My screams only made it stronger, my tears only turned it into something else.
"Swallow the pain and let it take you somewhere else."
“I want to wake up. I want the light. I want the life. It hurts so much and yet I feel so little. I feel so far away from everything I knew and loved. They all seem like a dream to me, which I am unable to have or hold. Surrounded by strangers yet I am so alone. I will never see my family and friends again. I know this now. It is so cold and empty here.
I will never be loved or love again; there is no remorse for the pain they cause. Their eyes relentless and dark, their nails rip my flesh, blows so hard that my bones break. I think I am in hell because I cannot wake up from this. I can feel the blood run down my face, and the cries go unheard. Prayers for which even God does not hear, held in a prison of despair that they will not release me from, held in terror of the known and the unknown. Pain for which there is no release, begging for death from those with no compassion, grief or remorse. Only hatred for a life they never knew, only scorn for the soul they torment and the body they beat and torture. I cannot fight them anymore, I think I'm dying.” T.Reeves
Stare at me and you will see yourself in my eyes. Take me inside and feel the cries. Hold me now as I bleed through, and feel the pain that no one knew. Seal it closed with a fist, treat me as if I was never to exist. I see death grow closer with every blow, I let out a scream that lets me know, that I'm still breathing, that I'm still alive, that my heart is still beating, that I can't die.
“They haunt me… They hunt me…They tell me…Take the blows…Swallow the blood...Break my bones...Take the pain…Scream for me…Love me…Beg me...Beat me…Rape me...Cut me…Bleed me...Hate me...Bury me...I'm yours. “ L.G.O. 2006
Chapter One: "I'm dying"
Her body lay silent on a bed of blood now. Dressed in torn and bloody black overalls, battered and bruised flesh peeking threw the rips and tears. She shook as he gently bent over her and lovingly kissed her pale, quivering bloody lips. Her chest rose and fell radically as she struggled to breathe. Blood and mucus bubbling slowly out of her nose with every ragged exhale she took. He knelt gently on the bed beside her, slowly touching her face with his fingers, feeling the trembling flesh of her cheek and lips.
"I wish we had more time,” He whispered and smiled so warm. "I can't save you Tessa, but I can release you from all your pain." He gazed down at her face, almost hypnotized by her.
Kissing her again, moving slowly over her motionless lips. Reaching down, he lifted the mask that lay beside him. He held it in his hand as he finished her last kiss then sat up and smiled down at her. Her body shook and arched as she struggled against the horrific pain of battered and broken bones. “Ssshhhh,” he softly cooed her, running a finger tenderly over her lips. He lifted the mask and placed it carefully on her terrified face. "It's over now. You are at the end."
“No,” a breathless whisper rose from the mask as her head rolled slowly back and forth.
He slowly stood up and remained at the edge of the bed for a moment; his dark eyes stared down at her. He smiled as he watched her weakly struggle under the mask.
She gasped and painfully struggled as blood foamed up out of her throat and ran down the side of her mouth, forcing her to breath in painful gurgling gasps. The pitiful weak cries were staggered by choking on the blood and too soft for any one to hear. Tears slid from her bruised eyes and she could hardly move anymore as she slowly started to fade. There were no screams, just whimpered cries, her heart beat ebbing.
Her life would soon end; a brutal destiny that was not supposed to be hers but had become hers, nevertheless, with a slice of a knife. Her eyes growing so afraid and distant, her body trembling in an unforgiving and relentless pain, exhausting her will to fight much more. She stared out at the room before her. I know this room, she thought. Tessa let out a weak cry that no one would ever hear.
"Wait."
