Revealed: A Fictional Narrative

I looked into her eyes and felt I was looking into the soul that could heal me. I thought it was wrong to wish to die. It was wrong to feel that I wasn’t a worthy man because I survived the monsoons of war in the jungle.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

She wanted to help. Then she got scared.” Tears welled in his eyes. “She's a good person.”

She seemed to fall back at such a question, but taking the step I wouldn’t take and grabbing my hand to pick me up off the ground, she smiled softly; holding onto me as tenderly as possible, “I know you don’t. I mean, all this time you’ve chased after me and blamed me for everything. It must go against everything you believe in, but listen, I’ve never wanted to harm you and I never will. You’re a part of me. If you want to blame me and hate me for making you live with me after all this too, you have the right to do that. For now, just know that I’m gonna take care of you and the next time I see Lalnable, I’m gonna thank him and then flux him up, I

“Go back to the depths of Hades whence you came, vile woman!” I scolded in a shaky voice. She let out a blood curdling screech that no mortal could imitate, which has still scarred me for years beyond one would imagine. I couldn't help but stare, as she was melting, being incapacitated right before my eyes. I still couldn’t figure out why she wanted to bring down this horror on me, of all people. She answered my question for me,

“"Oh, what a great sin!" she cried. "How can you! Have mercy on yourself. To destroy somebody's soul . .

I easier my right hand to crust her cheek softly "my heart says yes, but my mind says no. I have learned to think like as a man. Not the boy I was when I met you for the first time. But in my heart I keep locked away for you. For it was, as always, will be yours. My maleficent!" i whispered sweetly as I closed the space between us.

The small car pulled into the driveway of the frat house. 8:15 was the time; the party was already started. Mark noticed his friends’ cars were there as he got out of his own and hurried to the door.

The drive to tennessee was too long. I don’t enjoy sitting in our sedan squeezed between my two younger siblings for 8 whole hours. As we enter the downtown area, my mother asks me to give her directions to aunt Jane’s house off of our map.

Rhett sat awkwardly in the passenger seat of Link’s car as the man drove in silence. The whole day Link had been acting odd and quiet, every time Rhett had tried to start a conversation Link would curtly answer and end the conversation quickly. Rhett wasn’t sure what was wrong with the man, but he hoped tomorrow's episode wasn’t ruined by the man’s foul mood. As they came closer to his house Rhett decided to say something.

It hurt watching him be like this. Reckless. Vulnerable. Disconnected. Absent. He was gone, somewhere, and the smile Alex recognized disappeared with him. It was a look she knew all too well. It was a look she had seen on many different people. The look that made them another memory lost in the crowds.

“It may not be a big deal to you because you’re not the one who has to give consent to end the life of the person who gave your life.”

He sauntered down the dark hallway, the thud of his boots echoing off the polished, concrete floor. The walls encircled him like a predator but he let them consume him. He had let the hatred and anger of his betrayal consume him long ago. He was only a shell now - a shell of the man he used to be. He was devoid of kindness and the action of mercy seem distant, well, he had never been a gentle man but he had lost the few feelings he had. He had always been a killer, a ruthless, blood thirsty General but he had lost even his love for his family after his betrayal. He could no longer look at his wife’s face without seeing the poor excuse of a son he once had. He was emotionless and that made him a great leader. He stood beside

I can’t be this person anymore. I can’t lead this life. It hurts too much. I’m tired of loving, I hate you and I’m tired of hating I love you.” She whispered softly with a calming voice, though filled with sadness. The melody seemed to just flow out of her like a mountain stream tumbling up and down over weather-worn rocks just the sound of her voice made the room feel colder. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to stand it was my turn to look away and study the white walls. I shook my head bewildered. The devil wasn’t finished yet with wrecking my life. I opened my mouth to respond, hoping to repair the damage, but nothing came out. It felt like my vocal cords were paralyzed. Ingrid sat there thinking, the renewed silence between us surpassed the previous one in its length and weight. Then some force greater than the craving for a drink hit me. I could feel it pressing on me like the compounded gravity inside some inescapable black hole. I willed a breath into my lungs hoping that fresh air might relieve my sense of suffocation from trying to absorb everything Ingrid had just told me, struggling to put it into some sort of order and context. It seemed forever before I managed to exhale. Ingrid finally stood up; upset she stared at me with a blank, uncomprehending

“You’re a monster!” She screamed at him.’’You’re a monster!” She repeated as she was backing away from him.