Sullenly a young girl in a deep red cloak entered the main hall of the great cathedral. Her head was low, and her eyes were filled with sadness. She barely made a sound on the hard marble floor as she crossed over to the confession booth where the priest awaited her. Once inside a silence hung in the air that was so thick she could hardly breathe.
"Father, my sins are great and many," she began slowly. "I know I am already a convicted woman for all of my sins and crimes, but I feel like I should offer up some sort of explanation for all my horrid deeds. I did not come here to reign upon you excuses or half-hearted apologies... I do not want your forgiveness, just your understanding. In my heart of hearts I do not believe my actions to be truly wrong, maybe if I were someone else in a different time and a different place the outcome of this would have been different. Even still, I suppose it doesn't mean anything now...
Now listen well with open ears Father, as your daughter states all that she has done:
First and foremost, I am a murderer. I have murdered my own sanity. there is nothing left inside this shell. For years now I have tormented myself with my plight, the very one that I will be punished for come dawn. Dreams haunted my sleeping nights, and horrid thoughts taunt my waking days. Not knowing what to do, or what to believe... hearing something one day and something contradictory the next. It's maddening... I simply couldn't take it anymore, I gave in to my desires.... I am weak.
I am also a thief. A thief in the night I was when I stole the spouse of a dear friend. What did it matter? They were not in love, they couldn't be. I suppose this also makes me both adultress and seductress. Night after night I snuck to their bedroom window under the cover of darkness. I couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried, for night after night I wanted it more.
Even now as I sit here awaiting whatever punishment they deem fit for me, I do not regret it. Let them send me into exile, beat me or even burn me for all I care! For I do not care at all anymore. I will always treasure and cherish these memories.... always, and nothing could ever take them away from me.... I could die and descend down into the fiery lakes of Hell and may become cursed to suffer unspeakable wrath and torment for all eternity.... but I will still love her...."
 Zelas Metalium · Wed Apr 23, 2008 @ 01:51am · 1 Comments |
