Life's Crossroad [[closed]]
Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:09 pm
It was night, the bright moonlight shined from behind the dark autumn-clouds which appeared to soon water the land once again.
It was the frame of a skinny woman who dragged her heavy, stumbling steps slowly over the land of the grey rose to reach the stony bridge.
Drops of deep red blood dripped down to splash on the bridge, leaving marks all over as the hot liquid kept oozing out from between her fingers, the blood covered hand firmly pressed against the left injured waist, the silvery chain shirt bearing a large cut as it was almost sliced off with crude violence.
It must have been her strong will who lead her here.
The strong will of life... her messed up life; her leather covered feet now stumbled forward to set foot on the ground of northbridge.
Her fiery red hair hung in heavy locks from her head, soaked with sweat and half-covering her pain-glazed face.
Every breath that filled her lungs sent lightnings of pain down her spine and made a sharp hiss leave her throat.
The weak legs dragged her closer toward the huge mansion, not stopping once as the sight and dim light from one of its windows made clear that help was close; too close to just give up now.
That was the moment were she grit her teeth together, one trembling hand reached out to touch the corner of the house before she pulled herself closer with a dull moan to lean the side of her skinny frame against the wall, with exhausted steps and despaired gasps and snarls continuing her way towards the double-doors as she rubbed herself along the house-wall.
A scratching and a jingling noise flared up as stone met chain shirt.
Having reached the doors she didn't hesitate but used the last resource of her strength and knocked the door in one last loud and despaired try to get the attention she was searching... hoping for.
But then her gaunt and weak body suddenly slumped in front of the house, the exhaustion too big and the hot pain too much to endure.
The bloody liquid oozing out of the deep cut, dampening her skirt.
Possible, that it was just a matter of time until the last breath of life simply vanished but her hope was still alive, so alive like weeks ago as she had spent almost every day around the house with the hope to see him.
He was the only help she could think of.
A dangerous way of thinking.
It was the frame of a skinny woman who dragged her heavy, stumbling steps slowly over the land of the grey rose to reach the stony bridge.
Drops of deep red blood dripped down to splash on the bridge, leaving marks all over as the hot liquid kept oozing out from between her fingers, the blood covered hand firmly pressed against the left injured waist, the silvery chain shirt bearing a large cut as it was almost sliced off with crude violence.
It must have been her strong will who lead her here.
The strong will of life... her messed up life; her leather covered feet now stumbled forward to set foot on the ground of northbridge.
Her fiery red hair hung in heavy locks from her head, soaked with sweat and half-covering her pain-glazed face.
Every breath that filled her lungs sent lightnings of pain down her spine and made a sharp hiss leave her throat.
The weak legs dragged her closer toward the huge mansion, not stopping once as the sight and dim light from one of its windows made clear that help was close; too close to just give up now.
That was the moment were she grit her teeth together, one trembling hand reached out to touch the corner of the house before she pulled herself closer with a dull moan to lean the side of her skinny frame against the wall, with exhausted steps and despaired gasps and snarls continuing her way towards the double-doors as she rubbed herself along the house-wall.
A scratching and a jingling noise flared up as stone met chain shirt.
Having reached the doors she didn't hesitate but used the last resource of her strength and knocked the door in one last loud and despaired try to get the attention she was searching... hoping for.
But then her gaunt and weak body suddenly slumped in front of the house, the exhaustion too big and the hot pain too much to endure.
The bloody liquid oozing out of the deep cut, dampening her skirt.
Possible, that it was just a matter of time until the last breath of life simply vanished but her hope was still alive, so alive like weeks ago as she had spent almost every day around the house with the hope to see him.
He was the only help she could think of.
A dangerous way of thinking.