And she struck him with the hammer again. That old rusty hammer that said Stainless Steel on the handle.. It'd been in pop's shed for the past twenty-odd years hidden behind some fishing rods that were tangled inbetween the left-over rope and spider webs .. He bled out, and gasped for air. She pitied him for what he had done, and spat on him. In any other age he would be condemned to hang.. Not nowadays. So she took matters into her own hands. She didn't bother to strike him again. She dropped the weapon, turned around, and slowly walked off in the freezing cold while he stared at her, hoping for her to come back for him. To forgive him. Forgiveness was something she didn't believe in .
This wasn't something she'd done before. And it wasn't an act of passion. It was pure hate. Her best friend took her life away with the rope.. It was that rope we had all seen before. We saw it everyday and never took any notice of it. We didn't ever intend to use it for other purposes than what it was meant for. And those stairs. Those shiny stairs that we thought were so funky.. twenty-one steps was all it took to go up them. One jump was all it took to come halfway down. She banged her feet on the tiles on the wall while grasping for breath. Could she be regretting it? .. By that stage it was too late. Those shiny, funky stairs had a new meaning to them. They never looked the same again. Pops didn't even get the tiles fixed, why would he anyway? It was a twisted reminder of how life fucks you in the ass over and over again. She didn't bring it on herself, he did.. and he paid for it ..
Why won't he pay for it? ...
Lara Donnelly, 02/09/2010
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