"Someone, Cry For Me With Parched Eyes" {PG-13}

[Ziona]

Chapter 1

Too much time has passed by,
To lament that we were deeply in love.
The wind still blowing,
While my heart cannot heal all the tears in it.

It was a windy day with hail and storms and thunder and lightning clashing in the heavens above as the rain fell on the back of my neck, my face bent down to look at the rain as it poured down into the ground, washing away the dry dirt and turning it to a muddy river. The rain and my tears all fell to the same demise, dashing against the silver coffin buried within the river that was my tears, the rain and the dirt from the ground.

I made no sound as I stood by this sad place, watching as the one thing that I had loved disappeared into the darkness that was the cold ground... that was this muddy river... that was the depth of a distance that I could never completely understand. I just knew that this was the end of some earthly prescence. I didn't believe in salvation, I didn't believe in some higher being, I didn't believe in all that nonsense that had been driven into my head since I had been a young girl.

All I knew was the pain in my heart, the roaring in my ears, the screams of pain and disaster that I had heard in my nightmares the day that he was taken from me.

All I knew was the emptiness and lonliness that had chased me for the past few days, biting at my heels like a rabid dog seeking to pass it's deadly disease to the next victim.

With a half-numb hand I dropped the single white rose I held into the grave, watching as the white petals turned to a dirty brown with the rain and the dirty, the muddy river consuming the one person that I had always cared for... the one person who understood me and the visions and nightmares and pain I felt. He had been the only person who would hold me at night and tell me that everything was going to be ok, that I wasn't there in that horrible place anymore, that I was safe and that no one was going to hurt me again.

Now that he was gone, people could hurt me. People could come and take me back and I was afraid. I was afraid for myself, I was afraid for everyone and anyone who had been in my situation, who had been in that hell where everything was heat and fire and flame and embers, where fire had burned my skin, where chains had ripped open my flesh, where light had blinded me and darkness had consumed me.

That was where I had lost my soul, lost my ability to feel emotion. But now emotion was coming back to me. I felt pain, I felt anger, I felt lonliness, I wanted revenge for this... this horrendous atrocity. And I felt it was my purpose in life to seek out those who had taken this man from me, taken my peace, taken my comfort, taken my love.

[Assimilated Monkey]

Uhh, it's intresting, you describe the person's feelings extremely well, not exzactlly light-hearted, but has good potential, continue it.

[The Extreme]

[Ziona]

Thanks guys... I never write happy, fluffy stuff. lol... I'm not good at it

[Ziona]

Chapter 2

Watching tomorrow with one eye,
While keeping the other on yesterday.
If only I could peacefully sleep,
In the cradle of your love again.

Is it too much for me to ask that vengeance be sought against those who killed him? Is it too much for me to ask that I seek out those that took the only hope I had from me? Is it too much to ask? Is it too much for people to understand that I want something more than an apology. I want bloodshed and pain and suffering for those who did this to him.

A crunch on the ground made me turn from my crouching position near the ground and I glanced up into the rain, blinking back the droplets from my eyelashes. There was a being, I say being because I couldn't tell any shape or reference to size from my vantage point. I simply squinted up at the being, blinking back tears and rain, trying to mask my pain with the tears of the sky falling into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I managed to bark out, my voice sounding thousands of times stronger than I felt at that moment. The being didn't speak but simply shifted weight, sending another rain of drops down onto my upturned face. I stood rather quickly, my arms braced at my sides as I glared back into the faceless visage of the being before me. "I asked you a question. Answer my damn question!" I clenched both hands into fists so tightly that my knuckles cracked and I almost winced in pain.

"I'm sorry." Those were the words that left the lips of the man before me. I squinted back at him through the rain clinging to my eyeslashes. "I'm sorry for what they did to him." He reached out with his hand to touch my shoulder but a shied away from his touch and sidestepped away quickly to avoid contact. "It was never meant to end like this."

"You mean you had something to do with this?" I snarled back, bending my knees slightly and bringing my hands closer to my waist, my knuckles crackling as if for effect. A dazzling bolt of lightning arched across the sky at this point, as if accenting my anger towards the man in front of me. The man simply shook his head this time. "Then what do yo mean it was never meant to end like this."

"All of this." The man finally spoke, turning to look at me. I still couldn't see any face behind the dark hood that was covering his eyeline and his head. He was seemingly drapped in a darkness that penetrated even the late hour of the evening that we were standing in. It was darker than the storm clouds. It was darker than even the deep gashes in my mind. "It was never meant to be like this for you... for your family. You weren't meant to suffer the illusions, the memories, everything that you suffer now. The inhumanity."

"The inhumanity huh?" The words fell from my lips in a spattering of hate tinged with confusion. The man turned to look at me and then back at the grave at his feet.

"You know what I'm talking about." He sighed heavily after this statement. He glanced over at me again, if you could call the gesture a glance. "It was not your place to be given in such a way. It wasn't your place to be sold off as a slave like you have been." He watched me intently, even though there were no eyes. There was only darkness but I could feel it burning in my soul like a thousand embers falling onto a soft silk drap, setting it on fire and burning through the woven threads. "You want revenge don't you?" He finally asked.

I simply nodded.

I couldn't say anything anymore... My tongue had disappeared into a corner of my mind that I couldn't find.

"You want revenge even if it means losing your own life." He let out what sounded like a coarse laugh. "I know it. I can feel it seething through the air towards me, seeking out the most hateful and painful punishment you can think of for the men who did this to him." The man took a few steps towards me and I didn't recoil this time. "I can help you do that. And if you die, think of it this way. You'll be with him, forever."

"I don't believe in false gods and heavens." I finally found my tongue again.

"If you don't believe in those things then there's no harm done. You get your revenge and that's it. But if there is a heaven or a god, don't you think the Almighty would want this atrocity paid for?" The man, if he had had a face, would have probably arched his eyebrow at this point. I simply nodded again. "Very good. Come with me."

The man turned on his heel in a must unhuman way, turning at a strict and straight one-hundred and eighty degree turn. I followed, glancing down for a moment at the freshly-dug grave at my feet. I felt I was walking away from something important. Part of me felt this would not end quite as happily as the man had proposed. But my yearning for revenge won this battle and I followed willingly and without a second thought.

I left that grave behind and I would never see it again. But still I can see that grave. It is as if I watch both the future and the past. It is as if I stand on the line between the past and future. There is no present. I don't exist in the plane of being. But I do walk the line between the two, watching the future with one eye and watching the past with the other, hopeful that someday, maybe, I will find the present and finally rest.

[Lord Borg]

Wowness, good writting Keep up the good work!