What I Was Feeling

The sun against my back was warm, an unending comfort, that, in the end, was silenced by loss and pain. The world was spinning, secrets were my specialty, but these secrets, when mixed with love and death, the love of my sweet Daisy, and the death of an innocent woman, whose only crime was stepping into the way of the car, were setting me far over the edge, and I felt like I was about to snap. A servant, I believe his name was Ricky, though I was never quite sure, as I had fired the old staff, had drawn the pool, and prepared the day, a day I would never experience. I heard yelling, vicious yelling, and it's sad to say the first thing I thought, was that Daisy had been discovered. But as the yelling grew louder, louder still, and I turned my head, it was the powerful blast of a gun that made my eyes go wide. A ringing of a bell reverberated through my ears, and though I could see the sun, my body was quickly growing cold. With wide eyes, I brought a hand up to my chest, and felt, with cold fingers, a beautiful red. I remember, my eyes looking back up, with confusion, to see the yelling man, though I do not know his name, bring upon himself the same fate that was given to me, as his body landed with a dull thud in the water. And that blue pool, and that warm sun, were stained as red as my fingers, as red as my soul. My eyes spun, my heart thudded loudly, slowly, quietly, like a murmur of a prayer losing heart, before I fell, and my last look of the world, such a beautiful world, filled with friends and laughter and love, was the sun. And though I could not feel it's warmth, I knew, with a sad smile, that my Daisy, my sweet love, would forever know that heat, and in that heat, the reminder of my love. I felt no more.