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30 Angsts ficlet - "What's Left Behind" 
19th-Nov-2006 11:52 pm
Grave Lying
Fandom: Charmed
Title: What’s Left Behind
Author/Artist: decadentdream
Theme(s): #34. Teddy-bear (~demon master)
Pairing/Characters: Primarily Bianca (mentions of Wyatt)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Belongs to Spelling Entertainment and all other associated people. I do however claim half of Bianca since they never fully developed her.
Word Count: 586
Written For: 30_angsts



There is that soft grinding noise sounding in the distance, rock on rock, stone on stone, heavy footsteps pounding over gravel. It is repetitive – a resounding beat in the otherwise distinct silence. I lift my head wearily, my eyes straining to fixate on some clear image – some noticeable shadow that would reveal to me the identity of the demon master. I have no power left in me, my body drained of all strength, my blood petering out onto the floor from the various wounds inflicted upon me. I sit in my prison like a beaten animal, staring outside waiting for some poor person to come along to take pity on me and remove me from inevitable doom.

My eyes catch my reflection in the shattered glass across from my cell. I look worse than I thought. Beaten, bruised, my body covered in hundreds of lacerations that have turned most of my skin from olive to a deep red hue. I wonder if there is any way out of here. It is then I realize my body is chained, my feet shackled together at the ankles and chained to the wall. I think one of my legs may be broken – it’s sitting at an odd angle. I can’t tell from the pain, I feel too much of it.

I grab at the chain and pull it, yanking so hard I almost pull my arm out of my socket. Shaking it with frenzy does nothing but aggravate me more, raising that feeling of desperation. For some reason I can’t shimmer out of here. I think it has something to do with those markings on the walls, and the large demonic symbol above me. I fear this will be my end. I’m scared to admit I cannot escape this. I’m scared to realize just what I will be leaving behind.

I collapse back onto the ground, my body shaking with violent sobs. I have no-one to count on. Everyone in my life in gone. The only person who I could trust no longer cares. Wyatt, the man I had once loved, the man who had once meant the whole world to me – we were just empty shells of ourselves now, going through the motions in a relationship neither of us were invested in anymore. We spend more time fighting than caring. I consider calling out to him, but I know he won’t come. He’s long since started to ignore me. He thinks I call him for no good reason other than to complain about one thing or another. It only takes mere seconds for one of our conversations to dissolve into a dispute once he appears. But he’ll ignore my pleas for help, I know that. If only we hadn’t let things get the way they had. If only we’d tried harder. Goddess above, I love him. I can’t believe that it took me until this moment to realize that. I can’t bear losing him. I can’t believe, through all our differences, how much I really do want him. Right here, right now. I’d give anything just to be with him again.

But this is the state of my sorry life. I’ve lost the most important thing to me. Now I’m cold and alone. Now I have nowhere to turn. Even I can’t save myself. Not this time. As I slowly sink into the darkness I know I’ll regret the decisions I’ve made because nothing’s worse than being like I am now. Nothing’s worse than dying frightened and alone.

Comments 
24th-Nov-2006 04:08 am (UTC)
Wow, what a sad story! Poor Bianca, she goes through so much! *hugs*
24th-Nov-2006 06:00 am (UTC)
Thank you hon *hugz* Yeah she has to go through a lot, or else I don't cover all 30 angsts *snicker* BUT we all know things turn out okay in the end, don't we? ;)
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