Sonia And Saul
e lives within a pane of glass surrounded by red velvet. His closed eyes and
slightly opened mouth make him look angelic as he sleeps. His sandy brown
hair is soft and when I touch it, it moves lightly to the side uncovering the
soft skin of his forehead. His creamy white complexion begs to be stroked and
kissed but, even under the warm touch of my hand, he still sleeps. I want him
to awake, to hold me and tell me he forgives me for the horrible nightmare I
induced upon him. I still remember his lover laying in the red puddle, her
blonde hair matted with drying blood and her hand twitching as she tried to
fight the grim reaper that had come to claim her. As I stood near her, with a
bloody knife in my hand, I remember Saul crying as he knelt before her, his
own kness covered in her blood. "Don't leave me, please...," He cried, "I
love you." And he kissed her full on the lips as her soul floated away. It
sickened me to see him kiss her, how could he? Couldn't he see that she was
bad? That her heart was black and ugly and her body was blonde and beautiful
to trick him into loving her?
"YOU! How dare you! Why did you take her life? You have no right to judge, you are the evil one!"
And as I passed the pool of blood that he knelt in, I swiftly cut his throat and watched his own blood spill out onto the floor as he begged me to help him. They laid crumbled together, the two of them, covered in red goo. He would finally be happy, I surmised, for he would have eternity with the evil one. I dragged his body, still drenched in warm blood, to the tub where I bathed him in hot water. His body was so firm and handsome that I could hardly control myself but I had to finish quickly. I dressed him in a leather riding suit and laid him in the glass casket lined with red velvet. Then I took the evil one and tied a mortar block around her waist, I dragged her to the lake and pushed her off of the dock. I watched as her sticky red body slowly sunk into the depths of the cold water. I scrubbed the blood from the cement floor and disposed of the bloody clothes in the fireplace, now I waited for Saul to forgive me. I waited for him to say, "Sonia, I know you were right , she is evil...thank you," But no such words were coming.
I love him so and she messed it all up! She took Saul from me and gave me nothing in return but sorrow. The evil one, the one who stole his heart from me. I'm the one he should love the most not her! And so I sit and cry, for I know he'll not be back. I cry for love and kinship, and for my Saul who lays before me, the gaping wound on his neck unnoticable under the leather collar.
I cry because I know I'll soon have to hide him, and his beautiful face will no longer be in front of me, I cry because he died loving her and not me. "Goodbye, twin brother," I say as I kiss his forehead one last time, "Goodbye."
