Say Something by @Faryna
by Stan Faryna
“Say something,” she whispered to John as she walked through the alley and checked dumpsters for salvage.
I’m giving up on you, she thought.
She hadn’t heard him speak to her for days – speak to her heart. He could do things like that. Unbelievable fucking things – things you couldn’t imagine.
Right now, Cristina had never felt more alone, empty, afraid, broken, crazy, lost, angry…
She couldn’t feel his presence – he made the world, solid, good and safe. No matter what happened – there was hope as long as John was in the world. John was supernatural.
Cristina didn’t want to believe he could be gone. Not after everything that had happened. Not after she had lost him and found him again.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she remembered the night they had met. How he was unstoppable in his pursuit of her. John had told her that he was her hero and he meant it.
Her pupils dilated as she inhaled deeply and remembered the smell of his naked skin – notes of lavender, lilies, bulgarian roses and sea salt.
John was unstoppable. Unbreakable. Forever. He was her man of steel. Her angel. John was true love.
“YOU SAID YOUR LOVE IS FOREVER,” Cristina shouted up to the gray sky.
THAT MEANS YOU DON’T DIE! THAT MEANS SOMEDAY WE LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! ”
George started to ball. Uncontrollably.
He wanted to tell her that the last words out of John’s mouth was a prayer for her – a Hail Mary cut short because they cut out his tongue with garden shears. But she couldn’t hear George; she couldn’t see him because George was dead.
George had been put here by this red dumpster by powers he didn’t understand. Eventually, he had figured out the why. Or he thought he had figured it out.
He could have knocked over a bottle to draw Cristina to the dumpster, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.
Cristina walked toward the red dumpster.
“You don’t want this,” George shouted at her.
“Say something,” she pleaded to the empty, lifeless buildings that rose above the alley.
Looking around, George saw a flower pot on the ledge of a third story window. If he could knock it over, she might turn back, bring the others here and, maybe, he could get Armstrong’s attention.
He closed his eyes and braced for the weirdness as he threw himself through the wall (he felt like jello being thrown at a wall), raced through the building and up the stairwell.
“Fuck me,” he muttered as he looked out the window and saw Cristina in the dumpster – synchronizing with real time was still an epic challenge for George.
Cristina had looked over the edge of the dumpster and saw it amidst the beer cans.
She saw John’s face. His eyes were closed but his wounds were still bloody, wet and raw.
Cristina climbed into the dumpster. She could barely see John’s face now – her tears ran so hard. She thought she saw his lips move.
“My husband, my hero, my everything – please say something,” she whispered.
There was no answer.
“Say something, my love,” Cristina insisted.
She had hope; John would make it through this; she would stand by him until her last breath – regardless of his condition.
Frantically, she tried to dig his body out from the swamp of beer cans with her bare hands.
The mass of cans shifted as she dug and John’s severed head rolled on it’s side.…
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Stan Faryna is writing an epic novel. All of the world is crumbling like unrepaired, ancient walls but 18 year old gamer, PVP champion, zombie killer, blogger and serial entrepreneur John Dionysius finds the woman who he’s been dreaming about all of his life – a dream in which she is murdered as he watches helplessly from the eyes of a child.
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