-Zaira Arteaga Juarez
The Dagger
Here I am sitting on the window ledge. Watching as the
moon and stars dance in the sky. The feeling of the wind against my face, my
hair glistening in the star light. I sit there wishing to escape this painful
world. I close my eyes as a cold, sharp metal sliced through my flesh. I opened
my eyes and in one hand I had blood trickling across my wrist to the tip of my
fingers. In the other hand I held a shining dagger adorned at the grip with gold
engraved stars along with the moon and sun coming together. There was a stream
of blood along the edge of the sharp metal. I saw my reflection on the blade, and
whispered to the dagger, “Free me from this pain.” I saw my body leaning on the
edge of the window. My hand still holding on to the dagger. There was no trace
of red on my white dress. Then I saw him. He put my head on a pillow. He tucked
a strand of my hair behind my ear. He held my slit hand against his cheek. His
eyes over flowed with salty tears. He cradled my lifeless body. I remember how
warm and safe it felt in his arms. His lips and chin quivered. He cupped my
cold face with his warm hand. He kissed my pale lips with his red lips. He whispered
in my ear, “I don’t know if you can hear me, but you are my angel that keeps me
alive, you are my everything, I love you.” I blinked and I was next to him. I
let go of the dagger and wiped his tears with my hand. Once again I could feel
his warm arms around me. I saw his eyes sparkle and realized that he was my
escape from pain. He said, “I don’t know what I would have done without you my
angel.” I smiled and said, “And I without you.” He held me in his warm
protective arms as we admired the stars and moon.
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