Short Stories

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Unclean I am,

I've forgot what it feels like to be touched, to be wanted, to be loved. Every passing day is the same for me, as the people walk by they guard their eyes, as if looking at me causes them to sin. The only sound that gets me to sleep is the sound of my own tears hitting the ground, the sound of my heart bleeding. From birth I have been this way, since birth I've learned of who I am and where I belong in this world. "Why doesn't he just kill himself? He has no purpose to live..." Those are the only words I hear during the day, I'm usually able to ignore them but tonight everything has become to much to hold in anymore. I'm standing over this cliff, looking down watching tears rush to my final resting spot. "Kyle..." I turn my head around to see a figure walking towards me. "Stay away! I am unclean! Please, come no closer..." I began to shout has the figure walked towards where I was. I fell to my knees and hid my face in hopes this person coming towards me was only a dream. I saw his feet stop, I looked up only for a second... he held out his hand and said "I want to heal you, I want to love you, I want to become your friend... Kyle I want you!" I threw out my hand and as soon as his fingertips hit, the uncleanness of my life fell off and a new heart of fire overtook my bleeding one... I stood up and looked him in the eyes, I saw my scars appear across his body... I saw my hurt and weight fall upon him. I began to say something but he lifted his hands and I saw the holes... words flashed like lighting across the sky, "All of this, I gladly did for you!"

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