In Greek Mythology humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. The power that Zeus feared was love. The power that this miniscule chemical reaction had to conquer death, to heighten the feeling of joy to a point which seems impossible...and when the two half's met that power would be unleashed but when Mina meets him no one expects what is to come...


1. The end

"Mina!MINA! please no!" his voice rebounded of the walls, surrounding me. It was closing in on me, crushing my chest under the pressure. The sound of his feet thumping up the stairs joined his shouts and suddenly it was all too much. I was running away from him, from the truth, from everything and I threw myself into the bathroom slamming the door shut behind me. I drew the bolt with so much force that when my hand caught the corner of the lock it tore the skin leaving scraps of my skin pinned on the metal.

The door vibrated and I hear Jason grunt. "Mina please! open the door" I could hear tears in his voice and the sound of his hands dragging down the other side of the wood centimetres away from my face. "don't do this" he banged his fist on the door. My hand stung and I saw the blood rush to the surface in small droplets. Clutching it in my other hand I collapsed onto the floor with my back pressed up against the bath tub. Dead. She was dead, and Jason was worried about me because I had once took a blade to my wrist. I felt the excruciating pain, misery and rage fill my body and it became almost painful to keep it inside of me. I screamed. Hot tears ran down my cheeks while I screamed. I beat my fists against my head. "no" I didn't even mean for it to come out but somehow saying it made me feel better but worse at the same time. So I said it again and again and again. "NO!" I shrieked letting the sobs rack my body, maybe one would be so strong that it would snap my neck. At least then the pain would stop. "Mina please, please just let me in" Jason's voice was almost a whisper now and I could hear him crying. Hugs and words of comfort wouldn't bring her back, neither would praying or visiting her grave with flowers like an offering to God. I imagined her corpse. The now vacant grey eyes rimmed with blues, purples and reds. Her tiny frame with her skin pulled tight over her bones so tight that they threatened to break through. The black handprints around her neck that had been repeatedly tattooed into her skin. Hair torn out. Shattered bones. Bruises...and a crushed windpipe.


I sort of like to give people a feel for the things I was feeling when I was writing so I sometimes like to pair songs with my pieces and make them into a mini movie in your head I guess ;) so for this piece I'd like to pair it with The way by Zack Hemsey



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