KittytKeMeLt
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I had never been so betrayed.
I stared up at the dark sky, teeth gritted and hands shaking. My breath passed in shallow gasps, and I fell back against the trunk of the tree. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to...I wanted to go back to the Castle, grab Jarret by the throat and beat him bloody! I didn't care if he was my cousin; in fact, that made it worse!
But going back to the Castle would mean facing Veirra. It would mean having to look into her eyes, having to endure beholding her perfection. Her hair, her lips, her figure, her hips...and the sweet way she used to call my name. She had been beside me for years and years, she had sworn that she would never leave my side and then...
I punched the trunk of the tree and it creaked from the force. I would have to see her, and know that she wasn't mine anymore. I had to look at her, and know that she belonged to my cousin. And I knew that if I merely glanced at her, all I would be able to think about was the fact that she had betrayed me for (i) him (/i).
Him! My own kin, my own blood, my own family! How could he stab me in the back like this?! The mere thought of his name caused my blood to boil under my skin. My vision reddened and I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing sharply.
I hated him. I (i) loathed (/i) that disgusting excuse for a cousin. The deeper truth hit me, with such severity that for a moment I stopped breathing. My eyes opened and I stared at the Castle, which was silhouetted against the moonlight. Somewhere in that Castle, Jarret was sleeping. He was probably dreaming about her. His lips probably still bore the scarlet smears of her lipstick. And at that thought, I knew what I so desperately wanted.
I wanted him dead.
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BQ: This is kind of weird, but bear with me. Can you reread it whilst listening to the intro to this song and tell me if it adds tot he feel?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdJDPepGOAM
(I was listening to it when I was writing this piece, so I want to know if they ended up fitting together.)
I stared up at the dark sky, teeth gritted and hands shaking. My breath passed in shallow gasps, and I fell back against the trunk of the tree. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry out. I wanted to...I wanted to go back to the Castle, grab Jarret by the throat and beat him bloody! I didn't care if he was my cousin; in fact, that made it worse!
But going back to the Castle would mean facing Veirra. It would mean having to look into her eyes, having to endure beholding her perfection. Her hair, her lips, her figure, her hips...and the sweet way she used to call my name. She had been beside me for years and years, she had sworn that she would never leave my side and then...
I punched the trunk of the tree and it creaked from the force. I would have to see her, and know that she wasn't mine anymore. I had to look at her, and know that she belonged to my cousin. And I knew that if I merely glanced at her, all I would be able to think about was the fact that she had betrayed me for (i) him (/i).
Him! My own kin, my own blood, my own family! How could he stab me in the back like this?! The mere thought of his name caused my blood to boil under my skin. My vision reddened and I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing sharply.
I hated him. I (i) loathed (/i) that disgusting excuse for a cousin. The deeper truth hit me, with such severity that for a moment I stopped breathing. My eyes opened and I stared at the Castle, which was silhouetted against the moonlight. Somewhere in that Castle, Jarret was sleeping. He was probably dreaming about her. His lips probably still bore the scarlet smears of her lipstick. And at that thought, I knew what I so desperately wanted.
I wanted him dead.
___________________________
BQ: This is kind of weird, but bear with me. Can you reread it whilst listening to the intro to this song and tell me if it adds tot he feel?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdJDPepGOAM
(I was listening to it when I was writing this piece, so I want to know if they ended up fitting together.)