Audio: Train wreck (James Arthur)
What else could be done? The devil was once an Angel, a Chorister and a Choir master to the Author of life. What they never get is that everything in life has a circle, it's like a life span whether short or long or cut short along the way. While some tried hard to survive, some couldn't find motivation to hang on so they let go to cross over thinking they would find something better in the afterlife; that was the truth, no one knew what the afterlife looks like, the rules on how much suffering it would bring compared to the so called hell on earth.
Just like how everyone's romance life doesn't start and end the same way, same for social beings; they were like leeches that fed off the host, both benefiting or one benefited and the other died. Social beings?! That's what we're called; some say lack of socialization leads to isolation and then depression but how could they be so sure? Wouldn't it rather be in solitude and quietness than being fed off from?.
An higher class animal would always remain under the classification of an animal, pfft...! They actually think being above all other animals makes them special so they lift their shoulders; no one ever told them that it was all a game, hunt or be hunted, kill or be killed, rule or serve. Rules.
Have they ever wondered why some so called extroverts or socialist stay around them? No?. It's either the benefit given out is so splendid to resist; either because the word 'Centre Of Attention', sticks, some stick around for pleasure or maybe because you're an interesting fuck buddy but when the tap of the abundant benefits runs out what exactly happens? The title of friendship breaks and the true face or demon is revealed.
The question was, which benefits were they receiving from her? She practically had no one.
She needed to be told the truth, no one was going to save her; she was all alone. A stray and lonely soul wandering in the territory of wolves. A dry chuckle mixed with the sharp suck in of air escaped her mouth; she wasn't crying but the earth cried for her upon looking down at her sad life. She had been a 'People's Pleaser' all her life no matter how hard she had tried to stop but even with that, the world took advantage of her kindness for stupidity but-, they were right; she was in fact stupid, the useless daughter of a slut- oh! She had tried to understand, she really had.
Coming to an agreement, she had decided that if she was going to die it would be a death of honor and not a death were the world didn't know her name yet; mixing her story when they hadn't tried to find out about the real story or the real her.
She Genesis with the borrowed name that she loathed so much with hate, Elizabeth would never die in anyone's place.
The agonizing voices in her head had died down but the rain hadn't if anything, it had intensified with promises on the wet earth. Still keeping her eyes closed, she tried to move her finger that had gained feeling in exchange of pain biting back and travelling to her brain to spread throughout her entire body, touching her soul.
Falling so hard on the rocky formation where she lay motionless on, she had broken bones and torn skin that were now coated with earth. Slowly, Genesis opened her eyes past the pounding of pain; they looked dead and tortured, the original glint, her real gaze unlike the one she had to put on in front of others by practicing in front of the mirror in a shady and broken place they called a room for her, a place that even a maid could not stay or sleep in.
Next, she tried moving and lifting her head off the floor with clenched teeth coated slightly with blood. The muscles on her stomach and abdomen clenched due to the process of trying repeatedly to move and failing with her deliberately slamming her head back down when the pain was too much for her to bear.
"I can't die here". She whispered, looking up at the starless sky blanketing her. "I can't die here". She chuckled past pain and spat out blood. The involuntary clenching of her stomach muscles and tightening of her throat gave way to the hot churn of bile that sent her head to the side and made her want to coil. It was just like the violent push of current but the only difference was the clenched and held muscles springing out more from the depths of her while she tried to breath past the gentle shoot out of food remnant from her nose that held the nasty smell of liquefied undigested food particles.
"I will not die here". Genesis cried and swore out at the same time to the open gate of death unbeknownst to her. Using the opportunity of her body now turned to the side, Genesis flexed the parts of her body that had gained feeling with a cry and used it to her advantage. She half-dragged and half-scrapped herself past the mossy rocky formation she fell onto; some parts of her body were yet to get feeling but since luck worked for her this time, her left shoulder which she dragged herself on had gained feeling and that's were she had been rolled onto. Blood followed the part drawn by the harsh trail of her body. Genesis stopped to heave in air, she had broken skin that were uninjured. Hissing in agony at the acidic droplets of rain marking her wounds, Genesis heaved from the hammering of pain on her.
Her body couldn't take the strain anymore but she wanted to hold on, hold on for the things she promised her younger self in suffering, places she was yet to see that she had sworn by the heavens she would. Damn the 'what if's!' Would or could it take her back in time to a family she could call her own, to one that would cherish her existence even if they were maids in a manor; ones that would kiss her forehead when she woke up groggily in the morning and scrub her back when she couldn't reach it. Upon her suffering what did she get in the end?
Genesis's nails dug and held onto wet soil as she cried out her pain, her heart ache. Couldn't anyone see past the sneer and smile she wore in public? Couldn't anyone? It hurt everywhere.
The wet sound of boots on wet soil made her strain her neck to look at the two pair of cream boots that stood in front of her. Slowly, the tall figure crouched down and wiped soil and dirt off the side of her face while his other hand slowly rubbed her head lovingly which made her whimper. The mask of skulls that hid the face and exposed the eyes came into view as the figure leaned in.
"You've suffered enough".