The Third Door [NaNoWriMo 2014]

"I died.
Now I live.
But I live within the boundaries of my head.
What happens on the outside is beyond my control."
Constructive criticism is very welcome on this. I will be updating in small sections, but I will probably republish this with proper chapter splits when I finish it. © 2014 Parsavagely


55. Chapter 11 Part 4 (End of Chapter 11)

His heavy hand slams into her back, despite his insistent apologies, she still shouts. She calls him ‘traitor’, ‘liar’ and a plethora of similar insults. He promises it is not his will, but she cannot believe him. Every punch tells her that he has deceived her. But every word apologises for the next blow.

“I’d take your place!” he cries in desperation. He falls to the floor, his heavy hand no longer controlled by an unknown God.

Cuts start to appear, first on his hands, then his face. They do not fade; rather they are slashed, by a thousand unseen knives. Then the bruises, each one accompanied with a pounding, until he is begging for it to stop.

The girl cries as each cut heals on her skin and as each bruise fades away. She knows the sacrifice being made, but by now, it is unwilling. Still cuts remain, but now the pain is shared, a little easier to bear. But both know which of them is the weakest, which of them is quickest to submit. He is embarrassed by his failure, she understands, but no longer trusts him as she once did.

She stands, walking alone through the first door, letting his heavy hand close it behind her.

He is left alone to tend to his wounds.

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