I drove Liberty into the ground.
Her legs stopped working. She looked up at me with big brown eyes, her head resting softly on my lap. Her lungs seizing like rusted gears that were never taken care of. It’s true. Liberty was someone I did not look after when she was my charge. She depended on me.
Her legs stopped working, so I carried her far away. Far from innocent and young eyes. She was limp in my hands. Weak. Exhausted. Her own eyes, barely open with the creeping death filtering through her nervous system, scanned the undergrowth as we took our journey in silence, save branches and dead leaves snapping under my weight. Her breath becoming a wheeze and a whimper, because the parasite l’d neglected to check for, had injected her throat.
Her legs stopped working, so I carried her far from the sight of those too young to understand. Her lungs so full of fluid she was reduced to gargles and prayers. I dug a shallow grave. I knew she would have feeling in her toes so I touched her there, just so she would know that I could not bear to watch her suffer. I held her down by the scruff of the neck, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes and I turned my head as the ball pein smashed in her skull. She snapped under my weight. I was silent. Liberty was still. She depended on me and it killed her.
I drove Liberty into the ground, so she wouldn’t hurt any more.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
