Luke Thoresen - 3
Desert Christian Schools, AZ
He gently guided her back to the
couch, where she sat, engulfed in
the many pillows and blankets. But
her mind was frantically racing, and
she couldn’t force the words out.
James. Seeing that she was still in
shock, he rushed out of the room
and came back with a small glass
of wine for her. It was as cold as ice
to the touch.
“Now,” he urged after she took a
sip, “tell me everything.”
Slowly, she spilled all of her thoughts.
Her worries and doubts poured out
of her, torrential, like a flood. Sobs
racked her body, as she thought of
her brother in danger. Unwillingly,
her mind conjured horrible, bloody
images of his corpse. Matt listened
quietly, nodding in the empty pauses, and holding her hand lightly
when she was unable to say more.
“It will be alright,” he whispered as
she rocked back and forth, all of
her duties and concerns crashing
onto her weak shoulders.
Janetta clutched his hand, willing
his strength to flow into her, but it
didn’t work. How could he be so
sure? Her grip weakened, and her
mind clouded with fog. She tried
to speak, but the words came out
jumbled, barely decipherable. The
wine glass slipped from her hand,
thousands of shards flying across
the room. Hissing steam rose from
the ruby red liquid. Poison.
“Help,” she attempted to whisper,
but the words were a mere croak.
Turning her head, she saw Matt
next to her. But it wasn’t Matt she
knew. His eyes were as cold as ice,
his expression stone. The jovial smile
and twinkle were gone, replaced
with bitterness and anger. No. She
reached towards him, but he easily
scampered out of the way, a mixture of disgust and pity on his once
“Lucinda was right. You were
weak,” he spat. She couldn’t help
but notice that he used past tense,
as if she was already gone. Even
then, she felt the poison coursing
through her veins.
One question permeated through
the fog of the poison, barely able to
pierce through. She didn’t understand. The love, the laughter, the
comfort. All of that was so real, so
vivid in her mind. All of her beloved
memories with him.
“Why?” Her voice was barely audible, yet he understood.
“Why?” he laughed bitterly. “You
don’t know what it’s like, what poverty is like. You don’ t know how it
feels to work, to grovel for every
morsel of food. The hot sun searing against your bruised back,
the rough shovel in your blistering
hand. Why? Ha, I can’ t even begin to explain to a royal like you.” His
voice was laced with contempt. He
paced angrily across the room, the
emotion distorting his once charming features into that of a hateful
‘’’The world is ruled by those with
power. There is only strength and
weakness, nothing else.’ Lucinda
taught me that at a young age. She
took me in, you know. Showed me
true power. Power is wrought from
riches and control. There is no room
for happiness, no room for laughter,
no room for love. Only power.” Seeing the horror on her face, he smiled
“You thought I loved you? That
what we had was true love?” He
made a mocking gesture in the air.
“Let me tell you, there is no such
thing. You were a pawn,” he taunted, the words venomous. “As was
James, the poor fool. Oh, the secrets he’s confided to me,..bringing
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