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.
-Zaira Arteaga Juarez

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