Lamia said she was taking me to see Ishrael.
'In the beautiful forest. There only a moment ago.'
Eagerly, I follow. She promised to lead me to him. We hurried quickly along a dark and frightful path. Her hand clasped mine very tightly. The branches were twisted and sharp, and scratched my face as we went. I could hear moans in the distance, and I shivered. The forest we walked through was not beautiful or full of eternal life. I could smell death. I could smell pain and fear. This was not a place where my friend should be dwelling. Ishrael is not death; Ishreal is not fear.
We came to a clearing near a ruin, and I looked up and down the path.
'Here.' Lamia said. 'Not long ago.' Promises. But where was Ishrael? I called out to him, hoping that he had only wandered a little way, and that he would hear my voice and come back for me. There was no answer. I sat down on a rock and cried.
Lamia did not want me to stay and wait for Ishrael. I wasn't afraid, I would wait there as I've been waiting for so long. Even though here I would not have the little robins to keep me company, I would wait. Lamia's voice in my ear. Lamia's fingers tangling in my hair. Lamia pulling me close, holding too tightly. Confusion. Lamia's mouth closing over mine, stealing my breath. Withdrawn -- my only kisses are for Nehemiah, and Nehemiah has been dead for a very long time. 'I want to go,' but she only laughed at me.
Lamia ripping at my hair now. Lamia hissing at me, pinning me. Lamia tearing my shirt.
Lamia lying to me. Trapped.
I did find my own way out of the dreadful forest, but I am all alone. Nehemiah abandoned me. Ishrael abandoned me. Lamia abandoned me.
Hope, abandoned, drowned like my twin.
'In the beautiful forest. There only a moment ago.'
Eagerly, I follow. She promised to lead me to him. We hurried quickly along a dark and frightful path. Her hand clasped mine very tightly. The branches were twisted and sharp, and scratched my face as we went. I could hear moans in the distance, and I shivered. The forest we walked through was not beautiful or full of eternal life. I could smell death. I could smell pain and fear. This was not a place where my friend should be dwelling. Ishrael is not death; Ishreal is not fear.
We came to a clearing near a ruin, and I looked up and down the path.
'Here.' Lamia said. 'Not long ago.' Promises. But where was Ishrael? I called out to him, hoping that he had only wandered a little way, and that he would hear my voice and come back for me. There was no answer. I sat down on a rock and cried.
Lamia did not want me to stay and wait for Ishrael. I wasn't afraid, I would wait there as I've been waiting for so long. Even though here I would not have the little robins to keep me company, I would wait. Lamia's voice in my ear. Lamia's fingers tangling in my hair. Lamia pulling me close, holding too tightly. Confusion. Lamia's mouth closing over mine, stealing my breath. Withdrawn -- my only kisses are for Nehemiah, and Nehemiah has been dead for a very long time. 'I want to go,' but she only laughed at me.
Lamia ripping at my hair now. Lamia hissing at me, pinning me. Lamia tearing my shirt.
Lamia lying to me. Trapped.
I did find my own way out of the dreadful forest, but I am all alone. Nehemiah abandoned me. Ishrael abandoned me. Lamia abandoned me.
Hope, abandoned, drowned like my twin.
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Are you alright? If you would like to talk, just let me know! I know you don't know me well at all, but sometimes a listening ear helps.
I just want that mean lady to stay away from me... *shivers*
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