Thursday, May 30, 2013

Angel, Anabella

She was as pure as the day was young. Anabella was her name and also as beautiful as she was. The mother, happy enough that day to give birth thank the skies, and her father- open to interpretation it would seem, but majority of notions lead to the conclusion of greed, envy, deceit or somewhat vanity running heavily through the veins. Anabella, born into poverty and a loveless world, succeeded in certain things that brought her beauty to light. She succeeded in remaining pure with  her head continuing to fill with sunrises of the East. She succeeded in allowing not only "sanity" to leak through her eyes, but dreams of roads and streets far away from Boston. As she grew into an adolescent with strong holds on the world, she knew it was only easy to run; only easy to escape her destiny. She would stay with emotionally crippled mother, Paula and sinful-father, Rob and hope the biggest challenge of all would earn her new roads leading to the apparent sweet truths running away from her in the distant hills. Anabella did have on thing- a sweet tooth. She put her awaiting future in a box with a bow and hid it under the bed until the time came that her caterpillar exterior faded away.
   Butterfly she finally was, eighteen and now fearful of what waits for her. The adoring parents shot against even the thought of a "darkening, wicked union" such as a collegiate university, but Anabella quietly thought otherwise. Her collared dress loosened with the wind as she took her first steps away from the Boston cage and into her hopeful independence. She thought of the glorious freedom and ultimate possibilities that would reign upon her within the wicked union. She never argued with such beings. Anabella was a very peculiar person in the sense that she had no hateful notions toward her parents, only undeniable faith. With the faith she kept close to her heart, she set off alone to the University of Mississippi. She set off for the south with a full ride and her purity left beside her covered by a pretty pink bow. Anabella got her freedom.
    The dorms, yet small and of an unpleasant scent, still lit up the poor girls face, igniting her deserved trophies she had been dreaming of for over a century. She basked in this glory for only a short while for a prince charming, of course, did not delay his presence. He came in the form of the hero- assisting her in the studies of biology she felt she was lacking in. After many late nights that drifted from books and equations to a lovely chemistry. A chemistry she felt so strongly, but also new to her, so new that one can only wish she would have handled it with caution. But I never expressed that this fairy tale would end with the angel on the clouds of Heaven.
   Her once overwhelming purity set off into a deep sadness over looking the wide sunset of the Mississippi. Anabella was strong, through upbringing's beatings along with prince charming's, she still skipped further into the year, with her head in her studies, trudging on. With angered demons surrounding her, wishing for her perish; for her purity to finally dissolve. The people that were labeled her "loved ones" and her "lovers" only betrayed and abandoned. Her warm heart only beat more, knowing she was alone, for God was beside her if no one else.
   The last betrayal of Anabella's life can only be seen as poetry if nothing else, or rather what this betrayal led up to can. And although it seems as suicide, whether we turn into poetry or not, is a cliché. But I must express that to transform Anabella's tragedy into a piece of literature, that can move on through history as she once did, is the only way for the axis to rotate; the sun to burn; for Anabella to live on past whatever tragedy that wasonce inflicted upon her. I will write this now, with all the truth and necessary details, hoping only to free her into the Heavens or any palace she so chooses to be named Queen because God knows she deserves it, because Anabella deserves at least the freedom after death.
   This dark fairy tale may have fooled you, but it is only to be clearly understood that one touched by an unwanted hunter, by a friend, by the love of your life, by the hero is so destructive, that even the most strongest of hearts can be turned cold and left broken in the road she once had faith in. For this and only this reason is why the note read:
"I would say sorry for my actions and say sorry for the ones I am leaving behind, but there is no one, there is no one left for me to say sorry and maybe for that I am sorry. No, for once I am not sorry, but thrilled to leave this sorry place behind because fuck all of you. My name is Anabella and I will be free."

1 comment:

  1. Wow. I like it. It was so whimsically riveting, but then so real. So harsh. I really liked it.

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