I TOOK HER BREATH AWAY
By Tenaj
I watched as she grew and blossomed like a rose by the river side. Her happy demeanor and girlish act made me teased her often, in ways that she liked but shy away from; she pouted her mouth to show the facade of annoyance. Growing up in the hood where everyone works in mood and heaps of gibberish that decorated the hood telling everyone's repressed stories. Some people lived in fear and others outgrown their fears as they puffed out smokes from every corners of their mouth, mimicking Sango's descendants talent. She was the reason for my existence and my only medal on earth. I smiled realising how my flower had flourished over the years, since that dreadful history made a horticulturist of life out of me.
I couldn't help imagining how proud our parent would be, since war stripped us of their love and affections. Oh! I missed them. I remembered that war that brought hot tears to momma's eyes as we watched dad's loving heart shattered with rusted daggers as he writhed in pains and struggled with death till darkness clouded his musty eyes.
He died protecting his familyus. As if that wasn't enough, that same day, momma's eyes shone in courage and bravery as she gave sister to me and said "run". She wasted no time sugarcoating her parting words as I could see the glaring hesitation in her emerald eyes. Instead, she gave me a little push and repeated her word "run".
I took to my heels and a loud bang mimicked the great fall I felt. Thick cloud of flames was set on loose to explain what happened as it took the pain that numbed my head and feet for me not to run in the direction I was coming from. "M-O-M-M-A" I screamed but was replied with thick masses of silence. I stood! Blinked! Blinked! But couldn't cry, while my sister did the crying on my behalf as she was oblivious of her new status as an orphan. The siren blasted my ears and the survivors in our sweet city converged and we found ourselves here; at refugee camp running for safety. Training to protect and fight wars we couldn't forecast, became our daily watchword. I was a warrior to protect what was left—my rose. I vowed to protect her breath till my breath shall part with me.
As usual, it was a long night as my sweaty body arose from the dreadful nightmare about my parent's departure. Over fifteen years, I battled with painful visions that stripped me cold at night. Then I sensed something was wrong. I ran to the watch tower to capture a full glimpse of the camp and I realised we were surrounded by dozen of hundreds. I blew the emergency trumpet and everyone alarmed. Then it happened, bombs flew around, confusion laced around, blood dripped on swords, immortality generated and I heard my heart beating loudly than the cries of death around me. I needed to find my rose. I ran as far as my feet would carry me, to where she slept but was welcomed by her absence.
Gate of tears trapped for years were opened and flood of tears ran through my unshaven cheeks. I suddenly became furious and ferocious as I ran through mazes of people and killed any obstruction that crossed my path like 'Samson' did.
Then I saw her....
I saw her in the woods, ran towards her and she gave a heart-wreaking scream in a pitch that could deprive a sleeping giant of its beauty sleep. "Shuuush-sh" I tried calming her as she burst into tears and shared her fears with me in a tight hug. We stood in silence for few seconds, and then we heard approaching footsteps that sent her into a panic state. I held her hands and we ran in opposite direction to the approaching footsteps. She gave a loud screak as she hit her big toe on a stone that stood along her path. The footsteps drew nearer and I covered her mouth with my big palm. I dragged her behind a big tree to hide for safety. She tried saying something and I held her mouth tighter while moving from one tree to another to avoid those monsters sight.
The enemies left after a fruitless search and I removed my tight grip from her mouth and was met by her lifeless body that was cold from the hands of death. I found myself at that same spot, where I stood! Blinked! Blinked! But with a muted sister lay in my hands. I wished she could cry instead of the innocent and peaceful look on her face. Little did I know that my big palm extended beyond her mouth as she choked up death. I realised I plucked my rose from the root with my bare hands. I killed her when I took her breath away. Aaaaaargh!
Note: Being protective of your loved ones is not a bad idea but when you focus on the Surroundings; enemies, without taking time to explain, listen or look deeply at your loved ones. You won't know when you will choke life out of them and regret would wash over you realizing you gave death the rod to beat them, mercilessly till their blood run dry.
I watched as she grew and blossomed like a rose by the river side. Her happy demeanor and girlish act made me teased her often, in ways that she liked but shy away from; she pouted her mouth to show the facade of annoyance. Growing up in the hood where everyone works in mood and heaps of gibberish that decorated the hood telling everyone's repressed stories. Some people lived in fear and others outgrown their fears as they puffed out smokes from every corners of their mouth, mimicking Sango's descendants talent. She was the reason for my existence and my only medal on earth. I smiled realising how my flower had flourished over the years, since that dreadful history made a horticulturist of life out of me.
I couldn't help imagining how proud our parent would be, since war stripped us of their love and affections. Oh! I missed them. I remembered that war that brought hot tears to momma's eyes as we watched dad's loving heart shattered with rusted daggers as he writhed in pains and struggled with death till darkness clouded his musty eyes.
He died protecting his familyus. As if that wasn't enough, that same day, momma's eyes shone in courage and bravery as she gave sister to me and said "run". She wasted no time sugarcoating her parting words as I could see the glaring hesitation in her emerald eyes. Instead, she gave me a little push and repeated her word "run".
I took to my heels and a loud bang mimicked the great fall I felt. Thick cloud of flames was set on loose to explain what happened as it took the pain that numbed my head and feet for me not to run in the direction I was coming from. "M-O-M-M-A" I screamed but was replied with thick masses of silence. I stood! Blinked! Blinked! But couldn't cry, while my sister did the crying on my behalf as she was oblivious of her new status as an orphan. The siren blasted my ears and the survivors in our sweet city converged and we found ourselves here; at refugee camp running for safety. Training to protect and fight wars we couldn't forecast, became our daily watchword. I was a warrior to protect what was left—my rose. I vowed to protect her breath till my breath shall part with me.
As usual, it was a long night as my sweaty body arose from the dreadful nightmare about my parent's departure. Over fifteen years, I battled with painful visions that stripped me cold at night. Then I sensed something was wrong. I ran to the watch tower to capture a full glimpse of the camp and I realised we were surrounded by dozen of hundreds. I blew the emergency trumpet and everyone alarmed. Then it happened, bombs flew around, confusion laced around, blood dripped on swords, immortality generated and I heard my heart beating loudly than the cries of death around me. I needed to find my rose. I ran as far as my feet would carry me, to where she slept but was welcomed by her absence.
Gate of tears trapped for years were opened and flood of tears ran through my unshaven cheeks. I suddenly became furious and ferocious as I ran through mazes of people and killed any obstruction that crossed my path like 'Samson' did.
Then I saw her....
I saw her in the woods, ran towards her and she gave a heart-wreaking scream in a pitch that could deprive a sleeping giant of its beauty sleep. "Shuuush-sh" I tried calming her as she burst into tears and shared her fears with me in a tight hug. We stood in silence for few seconds, and then we heard approaching footsteps that sent her into a panic state. I held her hands and we ran in opposite direction to the approaching footsteps. She gave a loud screak as she hit her big toe on a stone that stood along her path. The footsteps drew nearer and I covered her mouth with my big palm. I dragged her behind a big tree to hide for safety. She tried saying something and I held her mouth tighter while moving from one tree to another to avoid those monsters sight.
The enemies left after a fruitless search and I removed my tight grip from her mouth and was met by her lifeless body that was cold from the hands of death. I found myself at that same spot, where I stood! Blinked! Blinked! But with a muted sister lay in my hands. I wished she could cry instead of the innocent and peaceful look on her face. Little did I know that my big palm extended beyond her mouth as she choked up death. I realised I plucked my rose from the root with my bare hands. I killed her when I took her breath away. Aaaaaargh!
Note: Being protective of your loved ones is not a bad idea but when you focus on the Surroundings; enemies, without taking time to explain, listen or look deeply at your loved ones. You won't know when you will choke life out of them and regret would wash over you realizing you gave death the rod to beat them, mercilessly till their blood run dry.
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