2 Stories for a Night of 1

Creations adjust
Myth withstanding
Night of crime
Regret upon waking.

Begging and pleading
Mislay my trust
Won't I ever deserve
The sleep of the just?

Curse by M.Rushdy

I crawl. Every move I make burns my flesh. No! I have to reach her. I do not look back at my feet, wasn't sure if they were still there. The fever of pain screams and shrieks as I reach out my arms. Every second felt like hours. She doesn't move. Her head had faced the curb. I call out her name. She doesn't move. The ringing in my head hasn't stopped, neither has it reduced its torture. At the back of my mind, I see our parents, crying, blaming me. What have you done? What have I done? I call her. She doesn't move. I reach her fingers and wrapped them in mine. Cold, I wasn't sure if it was hers or my own. Her head had gone crimson, her blond hair black. I called out to her again. But a force pulls me away, away from my love. No, I plead, not yet! Not yet! I'm so sorry! Forgive me!

The Pain Not Mine by M.Rushdy