Light
I open my mouth to scream, to try and stop it, but before I can, a force makes me step forward – after the “monster”, into the light…
It has been a long while after I last saw the sun and feel fresh air, but for once it’s too much, my eyes catch sun only for a second and shut again. memory of light hurts and they gave up. just so, inspired by darkness that’s not a painful at all, after all… they bend, focusing their view on my feet, which is moving slowly. at least trying so.
After surrender to the sun, I try to feel a wind, a soft air, which flies freely and touches me gently under my cheeks.
Gently? Is this word still exist in this world? I don’t think so. not after all…
Breath is only thing that I can make without their permission. And I can’t even do it without pain. The air is cold it makes my lungs burn. But who cares? At least I can feel freedom, I think for a second, but than my eyes sparkle, catch a glimpse hands of mines, scruffy bloody ones and see chains all over it. But for a second I can’t feel a rude and cold touch of irons, that’s why… After all that happened, after all, how stupid I am to think about freedom when I don’t even know a meaning of it. Nor did I ever know and will never understand with this manacles. Until…
“move your ass” says ‘lady in black’ with her icy sound and cold, feelingless face, which is not even looking at you.
Shut up for the god’s sake, shut up – I want to shout at this programed bitch, but instead of this I just keep moving.
Execute orders if you want to live.
That’s a first and most important rule from their list.
So What else I left? Keep moving for keep living. Not a bad exchange at all.
Unfortunately my legs don’t think so, I feel pressure deep down, unpleasant sound of dry bones, abandoned from blood and doomed for immobility.
What will be next?
You know, there is moments when answer is clear, but not as clear to repeat it or say it loudly, so you are closing your eyes, again. it’s like to prefer stone deaf darkness instead of lethal light, to find shelter in your own creation: a tower built by prejudice, instead of face truth, a painful and rejected by mankind. You are running from yourself, but how long will this marathon last? It’s up to you (them)...
“it’s enough” says another bastard with more freezing voice, but there is something in it. A pity? Hate? Or both of them? By the way, Who needs your useless empathy? I am trying to catch his gaze with my questioning eyes, But I regret it immediately, because I don’t see anything, anything at all. I don’t even know how to describe it, only word that suits it, is - “non-existence”.
“it’s your turn” his (its) unemotional frigid voice, but this time it not belongs me. It’s for a woman in front of me.
She obeys him (it) and step forward in the stage. Step by step distance between us is growing. Air is getting heavier, every breath is more and more painful.
Finally she sits on to the chair, in the centre of the stage. To and fro motionless sacks. And for a second she looks back to catch a glimpse of my gaze. She is not a woman, but a girl, no more than 16. A round childish face with a little nose and perfect lips. Eyes of dark, fifty shade of black, fifty different color, but still black, Looks at me and smiles without mouth, with much more than that, fifty different smile, each more beautiful than previous.
Sound of recharged weapon.
One Last glimpse, sparkle and the bullet is in air.
Shoot and shut at same time, but forever…
World loses one more, pure child, full of energy, mystery and youth. Wonderful, sinless soul disappeared. Flew away, with her fifty different color but still black…
And instead of this, added another motionless sack.
Not a bad exchange at all?
She was smiling, she knew what was happening, but she was smiling. no tear dropped, at least from her…
World loses one more, pure child, full of energy, mystery and youth. Wonderful, sinless soul disappeared. Flew away, with her fifty different color but still black…
And instead of this, added another motionless sack.
Not a bad exchange at all?
She was smiling, she knew what was happening, but she was smiling. no tear dropped, at least from her…
“you are next” again this “lyric” voice, but this time it belongs to me…
Is there any word that can describe my position?
People say that when you face the death all your life will light up in front of your eyes. Trust me it’s not true. At least not for me, because I don’t see any flash, any flicker, any memorize from past, instead of all this, the only thing I see now is a barrel of gun, directed on me, at the crossroad of my forehead and nose, between my eyes. One “gentle” touch of lovely bullet and it’s done.
A life that’s no worth to remember is not a life at all, but a ghost of past, a meaningless one…
A life that’s no worth to remember is not a life at all, but a ghost of past, a meaningless one…
So now you know a reason, why I don’t care about the aim of executioner and more, I am looking inside of his (its) eyes, deeply enough to see answers, but I am not here for this, my questioning eyes has replaced by eyes of death, eyes of emptiness.
“if you want to create another motionless sack you are late” last words, with last smile.
“if you want to create another motionless sack you are late” last words, with last smile.
“I don’t think so” that’s the answer I was expected, but instead of this he only said “sorry” and instead of another frozen ballad, it voiced like he was meaning it…
Familiar sound of recharged bullet, and it is in ai…
“stop” unfamiliar sound interrupts. “ that’s enough for today” now I see her face, a long golden hair and rare ocean eyes. So deep, that if you look her for a long time you will drown inside of infiniti bluness. Stern plots, but still full of youth. I think between 18 and 19, no more than that, no more than me…
I guess I will live one more day, so that’s were not my last words. At least I still have time to think for better ones…
I guess I will live one more day, so that’s were not my last words. At least I still have time to think for better ones…
