Faith Struck- Short Sotry (spoiler)
Spoiler:
Deals with anti-religious things and suicide death in result of wrist cutting. May be obfensive to anyone who is really fond of the christian religion. Sorry....
Hi everyone. Well this is a short story I wrote for school and I want feed-back..so thanks if you comment.
Faith Struck
A dim light shawn through the dusty stain glass window of the highest peek In the center of that light sat a young girl, her blond hair stained with dirt and he clothes torn and colorless. She sat alone staring heart broken at the white marble statue in the center of the stage.
Her eyes showed the scars of rejection and lost in her past, they no longer glowed the blue they had once been but now barely showed a shade of grey. A single crystal tear fell down her dirt covered cheek and hit her right hand which lay calmly in her lap.
“Why did you never come.” She screamed, showing pain in her voice. She flipped her damp hand over whipping away the tears, revealing a tiny razor blade grasped rather tightly. “ I did everything you wanted me to, everything you said.”
She wearily came to her feet and slowly approached the statue. She looked fiercely into lowered face of the man nailed to the cross. She ran her free hand along the smooth surface of the statues arm. Stopping briefly at the petrolling nail in his hand. Then running it back to his body.
“ I believed your words of freedom and happiness and all I have is pain.” She whispered, her lips quivering with each word. She was no longer upset but angry.
“ I believed you,” She bellowed, her hollow voice echoing in the hall of the extravagant church.
She fell to her knees once again, over come with hate for the figure in front of her .She looked up blankly at the moon almost invisible behind the clouds. She felt a presence within her, a voice telling her what she must do.
She came to her feet, letting go of the razor she held the blade up to her wrist, pressing it deep into her skin, a thick deep red liquid quickly leaking from the wound.
“ Do you want me to bleed for you!” She yelled.
She pressed her blood drenched palm against the chest of the statue then cut her other wrist. S She twist her arms around the man's body letting her soul drained body hang from his body.
As clouds parted in the sky, and the sliver moon fell in the sky, it's light shawn upon the corpse of a girl, her arms wrapped around the neck of the statue of Christ, she had killed her self thinking it was for him.