ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Ryan Kerr, im 16 and live in Australia [April 2005]
Mistress Mistrust Ryan Kerr
My Name is James and this is the last hour of
my life recalled into the present….
My Girlfriend and me were at a party and
having fun. I had to go now but she wanted
to stay so I trusted her to stay because
our relationship was based on trust like
all are. So I made my way out through the
hundreds of people. I got to my car when I
realised I forgot my keys. I went back and
as I was going I saw something I had never saw
before a light of darkness, a spark of eternal
pain….i saw my girlfriend with her hands on
another guy…I watched them and all time
stopped…how could she do this to me.
They were going up to a room upstairs..
I trusted her and loved her and for nothing
but pitiless rage. I could then feel a burning
sensation in my heart I was being consumed by
Darkness and I was coming to life once again.
I wouldn't let that fucking bitch cheat on me
I will have my way with her and this motherfucker.
The 11th hour was upon us and all hell is about
to be unleashed out of me. I went through the
crowds of people to get to them but the crowds
seemed to be engulfing me. Slowing me down like
a drug I was slowing down….I tried and fell onto
the floor and cut my head…. The blood dripped
down my face and a drop went into my eye it
Spread through it and it was an immerse pain
I had never felt but it empowered me and I was
reborn. Then the blood dropped from my eye I
was crying blood… my bloodline was drawn and
the line of trust and love was slowly fading…
they were to die…mutilation…. Where they die
will be Where Silent Gods Stand Guard..
To stop any further corruption. I got up off
the floor realising that she was just my
mistress but I had the rage running through
my veins now and I was to overcome her.
I went to the window and smashed the glass
with my hands…my hand had glass in it and
blood pouring out…I seemed to not feel pain
though.. It felt empowering and somehow
erotic this pain. I then picked up a large
glass shard and started slowly walking up the
stairs. With it clenched in my hands they
glass went deep into my own palms. I then
found the door and took my last breath before
I opened the door. I then burst open the Door
and the guy was onto of her and savagely
fucking her over and over again. I looked
into this mans eyes and the anger I had for
him was vast and I lunged forward at him
and got the glass shard and aimed for his throat.
He saw me coming and turned and moved out
of the way and I cut my girlfriends neck.
She wouldn't stop bleeding. She was screaming.
Screams of pain and agony… then tears fell and
hit her cheeks. I looked briefly at her and I
saw down below that she had been cut already on
the stomach.. I was confused. I turned and the
man was standing there with a knife. He had been
abusing her… I turned wit veins burning…I jumped
upon him and stabbed him once…twice…three
times…. He was dead lying there looking up his
eyes wide…. I then quickly turned to my
girlfriend she was slowly dying and it was
all my fault she was not cheating on me she
was being raped… I held her head up….I could
hear he whispering something….I love you…I
Kissed her and the pain was relieved from her
and I for a mere second…then a tear of blood
fell from my eye onto her and she inhaled once
again as her hand clenched mine for the last
time….she clenched it tight….my hand was
starting to hurt it was so tight then
suddenly it slipped and she let go… she
faded to black… I lay there crying for a
while…Trust was a powerful thing, which I
did not have with her…. Love is about trust
and building a strong relationship on it…I
loved her and now she's gone…I write this
note on her body for I am everlastingly
killed by love…. I now lye here with her
in my arms…lifeless…I pick up the shard
she was killed with and put it up to my
throat. Take one deep breath and close my
eyes…my eyes never opened again… and mistrust
was my end.
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