ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Ryan Kerr, im 16 and live in Australia [April 2005]
Mistress Mistrust Ryan Kerr
My Name is James and this is the last hour of
my life recalled into the present�.
My Girlfriend and me were at a party and
having fun. I had to go now but she wanted
to stay so I trusted her to stay because
our relationship was based on trust like
all are. So I made my way out through the
hundreds of people. I got to my car when I
realised I forgot my keys. I went back and
as I was going I saw something I had never saw
before a light of darkness, a spark of eternal
pain�.i saw my girlfriend with her hands on
another guy�I watched them and all time
stopped�how could she do this to me.
They were going up to a room upstairs..
I trusted her and loved her and for nothing
but pitiless rage. I could then feel a burning
sensation in my heart I was being consumed by
Darkness and I was coming to life once again.
I wouldn't let that fucking bitch cheat on me
I will have my way with her and this motherfucker.
The 11th hour was upon us and all hell is about
to be unleashed out of me. I went through the
crowds of people to get to them but the crowds
seemed to be engulfing me. Slowing me down like
a drug I was slowing down�.I tried and fell onto
the floor and cut my head�. The blood dripped
down my face and a drop went into my eye it
Spread through it and it was an immerse pain
I had never felt but it empowered me and I was
reborn. Then the blood dropped from my eye I
was crying blood� my bloodline was drawn and
the line of trust and love was slowly fading�
they were to die�mutilation�. Where they die
will be Where Silent Gods Stand Guard..
To stop any further corruption. I got up off
the floor realising that she was just my
mistress but I had the rage running through
my veins now and I was to overcome her.
I went to the window and smashed the glass
with my hands�my hand had glass in it and
blood pouring out�I seemed to not feel pain
though.. It felt empowering and somehow
erotic this pain. I then picked up a large
glass shard and started slowly walking up the
stairs. With it clenched in my hands they
glass went deep into my own palms. I then
found the door and took my last breath before
I opened the door. I then burst open the Door
and the guy was onto of her and savagely
fucking her over and over again. I looked
into this mans eyes and the anger I had for
him was vast and I lunged forward at him
and got the glass shard and aimed for his throat.
He saw me coming and turned and moved out
of the way and I cut my girlfriends neck.
She wouldn't stop bleeding. She was screaming.
Screams of pain and agony� then tears fell and
hit her cheeks. I looked briefly at her and I
saw down below that she had been cut already on
the stomach.. I was confused. I turned and the
man was standing there with a knife. He had been
abusing her� I turned wit veins burning�I jumped
upon him and stabbed him once�twice�three
times�. He was dead lying there looking up his
eyes wide�. I then quickly turned to my
girlfriend she was slowly dying and it was
all my fault she was not cheating on me she
was being raped� I held her head up�.I could
hear he whispering something�.I love you�I
Kissed her and the pain was relieved from her
and I for a mere second�then a tear of blood
fell from my eye onto her and she inhaled once
again as her hand clenched mine for the last
time�.she clenched it tight�.my hand was
starting to hurt it was so tight then
suddenly it slipped and she let go� she
faded to black� I lay there crying for a
while�Trust was a powerful thing, which I
did not have with her�. Love is about trust
and building a strong relationship on it�I
loved her and now she's gone�I write this
note on her body for I am everlastingly
killed by love�. I now lye here with her
in my arms�lifeless�I pick up the shard
she was killed with and put it up to my
throat. Take one deep breath and close my
eyes�my eyes never opened again� and mistrust
was my end.
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