THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE, A Gothic story Options

[ROBERTDAVIDSON]

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE SUICIDE

A Gothic Horror Story

By ROBERT DAVIDSON


I have killed myself and today I find myself attending my own funeral. But last night I went down to the morgue with the police and there I identified your body.

Electric light gives a certain grace to the dead! Those awful slabs with unknown corpses laid out side by side, such rigid forms so cold on marble slabs. Water distends a corpse grotesquely as parchment skin bloats the drowned girl I loved lying there before me. Your smile frozen, seemed to be mocking me - your stiff set lips ….

And then comes the moment in which I have gone through more than I have lived in years.

Heavy with emotion, I cry, ‘Life is very cruel and love the cruelest cut of all … If I could not have you, why then?’ - Last night standing by the river alone with you, I gripped your dress and your flesh with it. I made you face the darkening water. You didn’t think I’d do it! You didn’t think I’d push! But I stood there calmly watching you struggle in the water.

What should I have done with my love for you? Hate it, fear it, because it was too much for me? Such cruel stabs of pain love gives - I felt as though I stood on the very knife-edge of life as you sank into the river.

In all things human there is a shedding of tears as we struggle with each other for love And now in a dream scream, I burst my skin open, letting the blood run, as I open my throat with a knife.

As a ghost I stand by your grave as they lower your coffin into the ground. In all the searchings of my heart I have never felt more wounded, more broken, more alone Your last words to me as were keen as blade-thrusts. Now knowing my soul would never rest, I knew my defeat was complete.

Copyright 2006

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