ItsSaidNayOhMe

It struck me as odd that I have never seen Cecil cry. It is not something I normally think about, it just occurred to me one day. He just always seemed like the type who would start crying. Not that that's a bad thing, of course, just not very… manly. He was sitting at the kitchen table, writing some music. I stood in the shadows of the doorway, the perfect hiding place. His head was bowed and his hand was trembling. He hadn't spoken a word of comfort to anyone recently, nor one of good humour. In fact, he hadn't said one word at all. Life was hurting him, and it was obvious. You didn't need to be a genius to work that one out. Cecil w

"Anthony." I sat up, staring at the person before me. It was a lady, clad in white. I got to my feet, staring around the room. If that's what it was. It had no ceiling or floor, just whiteness that seemed to go on forever. I got to my feet, wobbling slightly, as if I was walking a tightrope. The lady smiled. "Hello Anthony." I took a step nearer, peering at the women's face. "Elizabeth?" Elizabeth laughed, holding out her hands in front of her. I clutched them gladly. They were soft and warm, a great comfort. "Where are we?" Elizabeth smiled, her cheeks turning pink. Ignoring my question, she turned and led me to a luxurious couch. It ha

"We have another traitor in our midst boys." I massaged my head with my hands. "Why?" "He was the same as Lord Dudley." "And?" "Traitors do not deserve to live." I shut my eyes in an attempt to organise my thoughts. It was my turn to do the killing again. Cecil wouldn't have to do it ever again though. He broke down half way through the process, and Edward had to finish it. Afterwards they went for a walk togther. I don't know what they talked about, but I can make an accurate guess. The knife cuts on Cecil's eyelids were some pretty compelling evidence. "Why does he have to die?" I opened my eyes again to see some blue eyes glaring ba

I'd locked myself in my room for 2 days after it happened. Not a crumb of bread or drop of water had touched my lips. I didn't deserve it. This was my punishment. That man, had done nothing wrong, yet I had taken his life as easily as some people read books. Quickly, without a single wrong thought or any hesitation. I didn't deserve to be alive. So I locked myself away, with only my insane thoughts for company. It wasn't long before Cecil came pounding at the door, demanding I open it.  After ten minutes of his shouting's, I got up and turned the key in the lock. I sat down heavily against the wall, while Cecil inspected me sadly. He handed m

Have you ever stopped thinking, because you just want to hide the truth? Its niggling away inside your head, but you don't want to let it out, because you don't want to be reminded of it? The constant lying to yourself, the continuous fiction. That's how I felt then. A month had gone by in the time we'd been there. I found myself walking the same route everyday to nowhere, just to escape reality. Often Cecil joined me. We said nothing, but we knew what each other was thinking. We'd go back to the house, and still wouldn't talk. Then Edward would come back sometime near midnight, smiling to himself. Even then, not a word was said. To say some

The light slowly began to brighten the room. Cecil sat up, peering at the room through bleary eyes. "Where am I?" he groaned, and he put his head in his hands. I looked at him. "In my bedroom." He looked round him, doing a double-take, and jumped out of the bed. "I'm so sorry!" I smiled faintly. "Don't worry about it. You need your rest." Cecil started to make the bed. "You know, I've had the most awful dream. Do you remember when we were children, and it was your birthday, and we were…" he saw the look on my face, and stopped talking. "Please tell me it was a dream." He cried, clutching onto a table for support. I shook my head. "Mem

"Who are you?" stammered Cecil, his hand still gripping my tightly on my arm. I could feel him shaking. "You haven't forgotten me already have you?" The man chuckled. It was my turn to speak. "You look quite different." I said, hopefully sounding more confident than I felt. The man leaned forward so his nose was near mine. "Have I. Have I really changed" he whispered. I took a step back, tripping over a length of piping, and landing on my derriere. I glared up at him. "Yes." The man took a step towards Cecil, who gasped slightly. I could see in his face he was terrified. The tear tracks on his face shined brightly, a definite giveaway. Th