A Broken Neck, with Love.

Some days I wish I could hunker down far away from the world and never have to return. Some days it just gets to be too much. Everyone arguing, the world turning in on itself, the value of human life decreasing. I find myself hoping that the passions I hold so dear to my heart will survive through this sadistic era we've begun, though there is little chance for them. So much of me wishes that I could change the education system, the health system in the U.S.A. the poverty of humans, the cruelty against animals, the distrust and anger against different lifestyles. But that would take four life times and a voice one million strong. Hopeful as I may be, the chances are slim to none and I've never been one for politics. As corny as this sounds, if there were a little more love in the world maybe it could turn somethings around. Maybe life would be a little easier and people a little happier. I'll gladly wait until that day comes, though in the mean time I will try my best to make the situation a little better. Fingers Crossed.

        He'd left me in an awfully cool sweat, my heart thrumming painfully against the bars of my chest. I gasped at the cool night air, dragging it deeply into my lungs and holding on to it for as long as I could. My hands groped at my neck, long fingers pulling at the rope that clung there. I couldn't move it, couldn't slip my nails under it and free myself. The rope seemed to pull taught, constricting further than it had just moments before. I dropped my hands, letting them brush against my legs. My pinkie caught something warm, a droplet, though I could barely see anymore I raised it to my gaze. Blood. My blood. Running from the angry seeping wounds that covered my torso, falling onto my crooked and broken legs. I tried in vain to free it from my hand, swinging as much as I could. That's what the rope caught, pinned against a railing it sliced into my neck. The most awful noise sounded then, the creaking and severing of my neck. He kissed me then, pressing full lips to mine, breathing non existent life into me. His hand trailed up to my cheek and he wiped away the tear that had caught in my lashes, imprinting it on his tongue he turned away. 'Good luck', He whispered as the doors closed behind them, 'I love you.'