Never Alone by Crystal Fox (top 20 books to read txt) 📖

“You told me my scars where beautiful, but my wounds repulse you,”

As if I did not exist, as if I where nothing, I sat and watched as you died. I screamed, “Hold on a little longer, you can still make it!” But my voice sounded hallow and shaky, making it hard to believe me. By the time Simon came to help it was too late, you where already gone. I cried “Why didn’t you save him?” I already knew that answer though. All I wanted was to know one other person cared enough to try to save you, but I seem to be the only one. I never got the chance to tell you because I was useless and nothing to you, but if I had the choice I would let you know how much you meant to me. And how empty I am without you now. I guess I would have told you I loved you, if I knew what love felt like.

Fire
“The world is on fire and no one can save us. For we are too evil to be shown mercy or love.”

All my life I was told that the world was in chaos.but I could never see it. Some people say we did this to ourselves, others say we are simply victims. Sometime before I was born the sun and the moon collided and sent fire to earth. The whole planet was covered in flames. Legend says the Gods where angry with us for becoming so evil and wicked to each other that instead of a flood, fire was a better torture. And they where not wrong. One day the Gods found one righteous man and deemed the world worth enough for humans to still live on. So they took away some of the fire and left bits of flames all over the land, because we where still evil. We all wait for the day the man will come back to us and save us from the fire forever.

I walked outside,and down the road that was covered in ashes that mark my bare feet black. I tried to avoid the patches of fire that where scattered through the soot, sometime the flames will catch the hem of my red dress and burn it in places. My mothers dress was once ankle length and now comes up to my knees in various places. I can no longer cover my scars, they are now shown to the world in a way that saddens people as they look at me. I was once a pretty girl, but my scars and tattoos have ruined that for me.

As I walked out the gate that surrounded my home I found Simon waiting to walk me to the market. I was not allowed to be anywhere without a man. Simon was going to ask me to marry him one day and I am going to force myself to say yes. When I was younger I was promised to him, we grew up together and had to be by each other sides all day during school, our teachers would yell at us if we ever parted. He was handsome, towering over me by a foot with large muscles that are good for his work, long black hair like the rest of us here, grey eyes that could see pass my soul and know what I was thinking at every second of the day.

“Hello Willow,” he said to me gently, his voice never seemed to match him and his honed features. He was all hard angels and muscle. But his voice was so sweet, he could sing songs that would put out fires.

“Hi,” I said weakly, he chuckled, he knew I am shy and soft spoken. He smiled down at me and put an arm around my shoulders while i held my basket right in front of my chest.

“How have you been?” he asked me, looking down at my face, I looked right ahead though, he's too intimidating too look at while he's touching me.

“The same as always,” I said, “my chest hurts again,” I admitted, that is a lot for me to say to him and he knows that.

“Im sorry, I will buy you something to make it all better,”

“No your not, it will go away on its own, don’t worry about it,” I hate when he buys me anything. All the dresses he buys me are hung up in the closet in the farthest room in the back of the house. I don’t want such nice things after all of what I have done.

“Yes I am and do not argue with me. You will take what I give you and you will say thank you and be happy for the first time in years,” He snuggled his head down to mine and teased me. Though I knew he was serious. We started walking towards fire and he didn’t even notice, we kept walking and he kept putting kisses into my hair.

“Simon!” I screamed in a panic. My chest got heavy and I thought of running away. His arm came from around me and he went up to the flames and stepped them out. The men could do that, push out the fire for the women to step through. Sometimes if the women are alone the fire will burn there skin, fire has a soul and emotions. When it hurts someone it feels so bad that it burns out, over time the term for this has been “Fire Suicide.”

“Come,” he said and held out a hand so I could walk through, my chest tightened and i felt like i was about to die, and believe me I wanted too.

I should have been dead a long time ago, I am useless now, all alone.

I walked to him and hurried. Passed the flames, it felt as though he held the needle with the venom and pushed it way to deeply into my skin, and each second i was walking through the heat it was like the poison was spreading.

It would be easier for Simon to not have to deal with someone as corrupted as me. Its not fair he has to have me- he should have better.

When we where both across the fire he took my into his arms and held me tight.

Publication Date: 11-20-2012

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