Sarah's+Story


 * **A Murder Most Foul**

It is with a heavy conscience that I speak my tale of woe. These events… they were not my fault; yet, with a heavy hand, I was forced to commit acts so treacherous, I will forever be held accountable. A great shame will rest upon me for eternity because, for a brief moment, I did what I was born to do.

My life was a sheltered one, though my master took me everywhere with him. We were inseparable-- a comforting thought as I was blind to my surroundings. He kept me hidden, away from others unless absolutely necessary. I guess I should have known from the start that I was a danger to society; a menace that had to be locked up for the protection of others, unable to be trusted alone. That didn't matter much to me though. As long as I was with my master, nothing else mattered.

Oh, how naïve I was. To believe that I was safe from doing harm as long as I was with him was ignorant of me. I was his protection above all else, his constant companion that would slay those who dared to try and hurt him. In the end, it was I who could no longer protect him. Instead, I murdered the woman he loved. I betrayed him. I betrayed my master. The tale is unforgettable. A boy meets a girl. They fall in love, and things turn rotten after that. Who knew that love could cause so much pain? I remember his cries as he wiped me clean from my virgin slay, his lament over her sleeping body.

I was scared. Never had I killed before, and even my master's delicate hand could not sooth the sickness that stirred inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to be placed back in my cage, tucked away in the darkness by my master's side. He granted my wish, my kind master, placing me again at his hip. I am unaware as to what happened then, as the remnants of my kill clouded my thoughts. I could not think clearly. I could not focus.

This didn't matter though. In what seemed like seconds or hours later, I was yanked from my sheltered home and pulled back into the reality of my doings. I saw my master's figure laying motionless on her lap as she lifted me up into the air. I noticed he wasn't breathing and before I had time to realize what had happened…

"O happy dagger, this is thy sheath!"

I remember the sickening warmth that enveloped me as I was plunged into the lady's skin. I saw the dark liquid that flowed, coating my body in its sticky warmth, seeping from where I was now imbedded into her flesh. I remember her cries of sorrow filling the cavern as her soul slowly escaped her wounded body. It matched my inner thoughts, though I was helpless to express them. I was helpless to do anything except think on my master, grieve, and repent for what I did to his true love. It remains haunting me to this day.

That night, I was the one to blame for this tale of woe: for the death of Juliet, the beloved of my master-- Romeo.

By Sarah

MAGDALEN: I really liked this story because of the mystery. I didn't know who/what the narrator was and it intrigued me. I can't think of any way you could improve this story. It was awesome! ||