Post by Dominic Shahrizai (D) on Nov 5, 2008 0:09:37 GMT -5
I had procured some funds from my lady patron, and was staying in a run down tavern in while I decided how to escape the city...or whether of not to flee. Some times hiding in plain sight was as good as anything. I was also having problems resuming my old way of thinking, for my entire life I was with out conscious, I cared for nothing. And yet now, now I was living with the pain of a soul.
I felt as though there was something inside me, growing under my skin, some beast with point of view and soul, burning from the inside out. I thought about what I had done. I thought about Mala and Douleur...mostly Mala and how I had been left to care for her when our parents died and I let her life be destroyed. Over so I was the one that helped destroy it. I loved her... I had begun to love Douleur, and what did I do to them....I destroyed them for fun and amusment.
When I was locked away I thought mostly about Mala, and for the first time I missed her. I missed having her around. I missed simply being with her and talking to her. Teasing her.
I thought on them now as I began to scribble letters, trying to thing of my thoughts, on how to put them on paper. I wrote for long hours, getting frustrated and crumbling up parchment till my words came out they way they said. I wrote and wrote till at the end of the evening, wrought with exhaustion, I stood with two letters in my hand. One to my sister and some times lover Mala. And one to Douleur, some one that I should have been kinder to. Tomorrow evening, when the world was asleep I would deliver my letters.
I felt as though there was something inside me, growing under my skin, some beast with point of view and soul, burning from the inside out. I thought about what I had done. I thought about Mala and Douleur...mostly Mala and how I had been left to care for her when our parents died and I let her life be destroyed. Over so I was the one that helped destroy it. I loved her... I had begun to love Douleur, and what did I do to them....I destroyed them for fun and amusment.
When I was locked away I thought mostly about Mala, and for the first time I missed her. I missed having her around. I missed simply being with her and talking to her. Teasing her.
I thought on them now as I began to scribble letters, trying to thing of my thoughts, on how to put them on paper. I wrote for long hours, getting frustrated and crumbling up parchment till my words came out they way they said. I wrote and wrote till at the end of the evening, wrought with exhaustion, I stood with two letters in my hand. One to my sister and some times lover Mala. And one to Douleur, some one that I should have been kinder to. Tomorrow evening, when the world was asleep I would deliver my letters.