betrayal
Have been wondering about this topic for quite some time.. What do people actually consider as betrayal?
Title: Betrayal
Summary: Angst. Under the point where one is driven to one's insanity.
A/N: This angsty (?) fic is in no relation to my life and neither it is to the people around me. So don't be offended. ;D All characters are purely and entirely fictional.
It's kinda scary what one's mind can do to you.
And haha.. one nice little quote from Macbeth. See if you can spot it. xP
Betrayal
The ticking of the clock broke the silence of the quiet night. Bright neon green numbers stood out brilliantly yet eerily in the darkness of the room. I sat, huddled in my corner, watching the luminous line of the second hand ticking away through blurry, tear-stained eyes. How long I sat there, I did not know. All I knew was that with every tick of the second hand, one more second of my existence in this world would be gone. One more mere second of my sorry, undeserving existence, would disappear into the past, into nothingness.
For the past few weeks the thoughts of what you had did preoccupied me. Whatever I was doing, whatever I had been doing, whatever I am doing, my mind always drifted off to you. Even sitting huddled here in my corner now, I thought of it. Thinking of it still brings tears to my eyes, and brings a fresh wave of hurt and sorrow. Thinking of your betrayal.
Your betrayal wasn’t like the leaking of military secrets; it did not bring about the rise and fall of empires; it did not bring the whole world crashing down overnight, where the entire humanoid species ceased to exist in a split second. Your betrayal was a small act in the eyes of the watching world. It was something that only mattered to me, this one insignificant being in the sea of people. Though it didn’t annihilate the Earth, it destroyed my whole world.
I had trusted you dearly with my all: my joy, my sadness, and even my deepest darkest secrets. Sadly, the feeling wasn’t mutual. Although you had acted concerned, happy, but I knew that behind me you were laughing at me, teasing me, and not at all the least bit concerned. You had been looking like the innocent flower but being the serpent underneath. Yet foolishly, I had continued trusting you blindly, like a dog sticking faithfully to its master.
And unexpectedly, you had done the worst thing anyone could have ever done. You had betrayed my trust in you, leaking out my secrets, my weak points. You had stripped me bare of everything that protected me, putting me open to attacks from all corners, and then severing all ties with me, leaving me alone in this vast desert to die of thirst.
The more I thought, the more my vision got distorted. I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, and controlled my emotions before they started overflowing again.
The mere thought of betrayal brought about a flood of untamable emotions. The bitter aftertaste it left still filled my mouth weeks after. The wounds it left scarred my soul for eternity. It left a big, gaping void in my heart, like a vacuum, devoid of life, and nothing seemed to be able to fill it up. I wandered about the boundaries of my existence like a lost soul, with no meaning towards life or in fact, no meaning to anything at all. My body became an empty shell, a shell with no life, no emotion.
It was amazing and astounding how that one little act had caused me to lose all faith in you, how one little act could turn my whole world into absolute disorder. You had taken my already fragile, glass heart and flung it cruelly, relentlessly against the floor, shattered it into a million bits and then left me to slowly pick up the bits and pieces.
How true a friend you are.
One must always learn from their mistakes. And indeed, I have learnt. You have scarred me for life, not letting me trust so fully and completely again, and making me lose my innocence in that one moment, and for that you shall pay. If you had thought that I would wallow in my sorrow, never recovering, then you would have been sorely mistaken. One must always learn how to stand on one’s own feet, and never to depend on a pillar, no matter how strong and sturdy it looks, because this pillar might collapse and cease to be your support one day. If you have no independence, you will fall with it, bringing you down to your doom.
Unluckily for you, I have no intention of meeting that fate. No matter how hard and tough, I have learnt to stand back up again. And now I intend to bring you down to your doom, using whatever means and methods I can. My life goal, which you have very gleefully ruined, has now changed to one clearly defined target: Revenge.
Someone once said that revenge is sweet. I would dearly hope so, that it would be sweet that it can cover this bitter gall-like aftertaste of betrayal. It gives me new hope, gives me an aim in life, and a new devotion to the planning of your utter doom. I will not stop until you are brought down to your knees, begging for mercy.
Revenge had better be sweet.
Betrayal is like the devil, piercing with the pointed tip of the trident, driving right into my heart and pushing out the darkest of my soul, utterly consumed in my own shadowed greed and desires.
As I watch the luminous hands of the second hand tick away, a smile slowly, eerily, creeps onto my face, and spreads until it is filled with a sadistic smirk. With wicked satisfaction, I note that each second that ticks away leads not to the end of my sorry existence, but to the slow yet steady countdown of your doom.
-END-
The last paragraph seems kinda scary.. *shivers*?
Title: Betrayal
Summary: Angst. Under the point where one is driven to one's insanity.
A/N: This angsty (?) fic is in no relation to my life and neither it is to the people around me. So don't be offended. ;D All characters are purely and entirely fictional.
It's kinda scary what one's mind can do to you.
And haha.. one nice little quote from Macbeth. See if you can spot it. xP
Betrayal
The ticking of the clock broke the silence of the quiet night. Bright neon green numbers stood out brilliantly yet eerily in the darkness of the room. I sat, huddled in my corner, watching the luminous line of the second hand ticking away through blurry, tear-stained eyes. How long I sat there, I did not know. All I knew was that with every tick of the second hand, one more second of my existence in this world would be gone. One more mere second of my sorry, undeserving existence, would disappear into the past, into nothingness.
For the past few weeks the thoughts of what you had did preoccupied me. Whatever I was doing, whatever I had been doing, whatever I am doing, my mind always drifted off to you. Even sitting huddled here in my corner now, I thought of it. Thinking of it still brings tears to my eyes, and brings a fresh wave of hurt and sorrow. Thinking of your betrayal.
Your betrayal wasn’t like the leaking of military secrets; it did not bring about the rise and fall of empires; it did not bring the whole world crashing down overnight, where the entire humanoid species ceased to exist in a split second. Your betrayal was a small act in the eyes of the watching world. It was something that only mattered to me, this one insignificant being in the sea of people. Though it didn’t annihilate the Earth, it destroyed my whole world.
I had trusted you dearly with my all: my joy, my sadness, and even my deepest darkest secrets. Sadly, the feeling wasn’t mutual. Although you had acted concerned, happy, but I knew that behind me you were laughing at me, teasing me, and not at all the least bit concerned. You had been looking like the innocent flower but being the serpent underneath. Yet foolishly, I had continued trusting you blindly, like a dog sticking faithfully to its master.
And unexpectedly, you had done the worst thing anyone could have ever done. You had betrayed my trust in you, leaking out my secrets, my weak points. You had stripped me bare of everything that protected me, putting me open to attacks from all corners, and then severing all ties with me, leaving me alone in this vast desert to die of thirst.
The more I thought, the more my vision got distorted. I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, and controlled my emotions before they started overflowing again.
The mere thought of betrayal brought about a flood of untamable emotions. The bitter aftertaste it left still filled my mouth weeks after. The wounds it left scarred my soul for eternity. It left a big, gaping void in my heart, like a vacuum, devoid of life, and nothing seemed to be able to fill it up. I wandered about the boundaries of my existence like a lost soul, with no meaning towards life or in fact, no meaning to anything at all. My body became an empty shell, a shell with no life, no emotion.
It was amazing and astounding how that one little act had caused me to lose all faith in you, how one little act could turn my whole world into absolute disorder. You had taken my already fragile, glass heart and flung it cruelly, relentlessly against the floor, shattered it into a million bits and then left me to slowly pick up the bits and pieces.
How true a friend you are.
One must always learn from their mistakes. And indeed, I have learnt. You have scarred me for life, not letting me trust so fully and completely again, and making me lose my innocence in that one moment, and for that you shall pay. If you had thought that I would wallow in my sorrow, never recovering, then you would have been sorely mistaken. One must always learn how to stand on one’s own feet, and never to depend on a pillar, no matter how strong and sturdy it looks, because this pillar might collapse and cease to be your support one day. If you have no independence, you will fall with it, bringing you down to your doom.
Unluckily for you, I have no intention of meeting that fate. No matter how hard and tough, I have learnt to stand back up again. And now I intend to bring you down to your doom, using whatever means and methods I can. My life goal, which you have very gleefully ruined, has now changed to one clearly defined target: Revenge.
Someone once said that revenge is sweet. I would dearly hope so, that it would be sweet that it can cover this bitter gall-like aftertaste of betrayal. It gives me new hope, gives me an aim in life, and a new devotion to the planning of your utter doom. I will not stop until you are brought down to your knees, begging for mercy.
Revenge had better be sweet.
Betrayal is like the devil, piercing with the pointed tip of the trident, driving right into my heart and pushing out the darkest of my soul, utterly consumed in my own shadowed greed and desires.
As I watch the luminous hands of the second hand tick away, a smile slowly, eerily, creeps onto my face, and spreads until it is filled with a sadistic smirk. With wicked satisfaction, I note that each second that ticks away leads not to the end of my sorry existence, but to the slow yet steady countdown of your doom.
-END-
The last paragraph seems kinda scary.. *shivers*?