Storms brew to the east in the sky. Golgotha lies below me. Desert sands are warm between my toes. The sun is slowly making it's way down, the sky blood red with dusk light. The temperature changes rapidly as the sun goes below the last skull of Golgotha. I've come to see the place where Jesus of Nazareth, the Son of God, the Christ, the Messiah, the Prince of Peace, died. I make my way to the first skull, pink blood splattered across it. My vision blurs as I read it's past. Chains, white-hot chains, wrap around my body, searing my skin. When I open my eyes, she's there. Screams of agony parade out of my mouth. Tears of pain escape my eyes, cascading down my caramel cheeks. My first love stands above me, a smirk of satisfaction on her lips. “Hello, Jerad!” Sydney says, “Ready for a painful death?” I scream for mercy, a knife as long as a sword in her hand. Fear grips my body, making me paralyzed as she turns the knife-sword upside down. A cross on the middle and biggest skull, Sydney says, is my destination. She drags my with the chains, stopping every once in a while, brushing my hair out of the way with her gloves and tracing a line across my face. Wherever she touches with her gloves, my face freezes. Her gloves are made of nitrogen. I am slowly nailed to the cross. Sydney, using the butt of the knife, forces the nails into my hands. The hands I tried to caress her beautiful face with. The feet I used to carry her various items with. The legs I ran to her with and catered to her every need with were broken. The arms I hugged and held her with were immediately shattered. As I began to succumb to unconsciousness, I saw her raise the knife and begin etching a circle into my right chest area. I felt nerves severe, the trickle or warm blood descending down my torso. Before I took my last breath and allowed myself to be brought to God, I saw her... Rip my heart out. There's more but I'm thinking of getting it published when I finish writing Dream Land. It's a book of nightmares and dreams, interspersed with reality. I really did live Sydney, and she did rip my heart out. Not literally but emotionally. That nightmare was real. Not reality real, but I did have that nightmare. LEAVE ALL FEEDBACK HERE.
Very nice story. It has a good language and an interesting story. If you're getting it published, for real or just here, I'll read it