19 April 2012
I watched as the whispering winds gathered around a previous me, as I took my final steps. The one I was watching did not know this. She stepped forwards, a smile opening on her face. She was going to meet the one she thought she loved. The one she thought she could trust. He stepped forward and I could only feel the hate bubbling at my earlier self. How I blushed and giggled, how in love I was. His beauty shocks me still as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed into her ear. She was blushing for a few seconds and then her face froze in shock. No.
He kissed her violently and his rough hands began to push her against a tree. I couldn't watch this. I walked away as he did his business with a helpless and frightened me. Later I would walk back and see my body bloody and beaten on the floor. Even later still to see my 'boy friend' dramatically sobbing to the police, faking innocence.
I can recall the day of my death like no other, from watching my body being beaten. To my mother screaming over me. My brother calling my name, begging for me to respond. But yet I no longer regret it, I just stumble upon it like an old photograph.
Unwanted Memory • Opuss № I