The pain that a heartbreak can bring upon you, can make you wish you were skinned alive.
Just for the fact that being skinned alive would hurt less, because a heartbreak can last an eternity, but death has this bittersweet chance to end all that pain.
Well at least(more) thats how i think,feel, and see it.(less)
I walk through the wilderness, my feet torn and stuck with thorns. My bones ache. Although my body is young, I feel as though I am hundreds of years old, if not thousand.
The trees and mountains shelter me in this valley; but I know they are out there -(more) watching - waiting to take my skin.
I am cloaked in black cloth - the garb of my people. My hood reaches down towards my eyes but does not cover them. This is my skin. It is my armor. It is who I am. If you touch it, I will make you bleed.
My thoughts scream out to the beings around me. I know they are watching. I know they can hear my foot steps echo through the forest, and I know they are waiting for me to make even one false move. One trip towards death.
But I don't trip. I never do. I will make them attack me.
It's a flash. An instant. The knife points straight at my heart through my back. I side step and it only grazes my flesh.
I grab his arm, twist it so he drops the knife. And then I break it. He begins to run. He is slow. I am fast. I run next to him. I trip him.
"Death is upon you friend. Die well."
Then stomp on his throat. Breaking his neck.
My feet are weary. My bones are old. And still I wander on.(less)
After being skinned alive, Steven went to go see his friend Shaun. Steven rang the doorbell and after a few moments movement could be heard from inside the house, and then the door opened.
“Holy shit,” Shaun said through the screen door, “you did it. H(more)ahhaaa.”
“Yeah,” Steven smiled and said, “ can I come in? It stings to be out here in the wind.”
“Yeah man, come on in.” Shaun opened the screen door and stepped back to allow Steven to enter the room. “ I take it that’s why you’re not wearing clothes?” Shaun closed the door and watched Steven as he walked by.
“Yeah, I tried to put them on but it was still too raw. The shoes were the only thing I could manage.”
“Jesus. Well, can I get you anything to drink? Want a beer or somethin?” Shaun walked toward the kitchen, “ I think I’ve got some ginger ale...”
“Yeah I’ll take a beer. Thanks.”
There was the sound of glass against glass from the kitchen and then Shaun came out with two un-capped bottles. He offered one to Steven, and Steven took the bottle and drank.
“So, does Kat know?" Shaun said.
“Yeah, you know, I didn’t want it to be like a surprise or anything. I mean she’s already done it herself, and, you know, I’m ready for a change myself.”
“Yeah,” Shaun said and took a sip of beer. “Hell, I’m proud of you man, that took a lot of guts.”
Steven raised his eyebrows, took a sip of beer and said, “yeah, I guess so.”
“What if you don’t like it after a while? I mean, I’m sure it’ll work out but, you know.”
"Well...guess I'll move on."(less)