Bleeding Heart
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Category:
Horror/Thriller › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,421
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
If I should die
“If I should die before I wake. I pray the lord my soul to take.”
Isn’t that how the prayer went? Sounded sweet enough, Penny supposed, but highly unlikely. Especially for her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t believe in god. She did. She just didn’t think that asking him nicely to take her soul once she died wasn’t very realistic.
Think about it, years of sin and degradation trumps one night’s bedtime prayer any day. It prompted a lack of confidence that this was the thing that most children placed their belief and faith on.
As if praying would save anyone from death.
It didn’t stop Penny though from getting to her knees before her new bed and clasping her slim fingered hands together. The lamp on her bedside table cast a soft glow throughout the small bedroom and for a split second Penny’s attention split between that light and the fact that there were was no other source of light to illuminate the rest of the small one story house that the feds had assigned for her. She appreciated the fact that it came already furnished. She appreciated the fact that the first few months bills were paid until she could get a job.
She appreciated a lot of things.
None of that meant that she would be able to enjoy for more than a couple of weeks tops before she had to relocate again. She had been relocating so much in the past few months that she hadn’t had to pay a bill in forever. It sat strangely with her that she actually missed the process. The sense of belonging to a place so permanently.
Penny ran her tongue across her lips, the taste of strawberry’s from her chapstick jolting her taste buds since she hadn’t eaten anything since that morning.
“Dear god,” She began, then had to break off because her throat refused to work and her mind suddenly went blank. She tried again.
“Dear god.” Her eyes opened and her gaze caught and held on the distant streetlight. Her voice lowered to a hoarse whisper as she completed the prayer and memory once again drug at her. “Dear god. Please watch over my baby Sarah. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. You may not know it yet, or maybe you do. You know…being God and all…but demons have a way of finding the best of us and I‘m not sure how much longer I can keep this one off my back.”
Isn’t that how the prayer went? Sounded sweet enough, Penny supposed, but highly unlikely. Especially for her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t believe in god. She did. She just didn’t think that asking him nicely to take her soul once she died wasn’t very realistic.
Think about it, years of sin and degradation trumps one night’s bedtime prayer any day. It prompted a lack of confidence that this was the thing that most children placed their belief and faith on.
As if praying would save anyone from death.
It didn’t stop Penny though from getting to her knees before her new bed and clasping her slim fingered hands together. The lamp on her bedside table cast a soft glow throughout the small bedroom and for a split second Penny’s attention split between that light and the fact that there were was no other source of light to illuminate the rest of the small one story house that the feds had assigned for her. She appreciated the fact that it came already furnished. She appreciated the fact that the first few months bills were paid until she could get a job.
She appreciated a lot of things.
None of that meant that she would be able to enjoy for more than a couple of weeks tops before she had to relocate again. She had been relocating so much in the past few months that she hadn’t had to pay a bill in forever. It sat strangely with her that she actually missed the process. The sense of belonging to a place so permanently.
Penny ran her tongue across her lips, the taste of strawberry’s from her chapstick jolting her taste buds since she hadn’t eaten anything since that morning.
“Dear god,” She began, then had to break off because her throat refused to work and her mind suddenly went blank. She tried again.
“Dear god.” Her eyes opened and her gaze caught and held on the distant streetlight. Her voice lowered to a hoarse whisper as she completed the prayer and memory once again drug at her. “Dear god. Please watch over my baby Sarah. Keep her safe. Keep her happy. You may not know it yet, or maybe you do. You know…being God and all…but demons have a way of finding the best of us and I‘m not sure how much longer I can keep this one off my back.”