Short Story for English

So for English, we had an assignment to write a short story (AKA flash fic.) using our this week(s)'s vocab and grammar rules. I really enjoyed this assignment and I thought it was really fun to do. Sure assigned writing can be a pain but when you are bound by so many rules to follow, you really begin to think, apply, and better your writing. I though I did pretty well with this assignment and though this isn't my best piece of writing, I really like it. I was bound by a limit of two pages double spaced so I really couldn't build nor expand this story much but I feel it is pretty descent at painting a picture of the story I wanted to tell. Just mark off the vocab words as you go! :)

I'm Sorry

            I'm sorry that after this cessation of my convoluted  manipulation of your mind I finally realize how I have ruined you. I drew you into my voluptuous life style,  and you loved it. You were my rose, and I watered you with poisoned waters. I am so sorry but I didn't know and I was selfish; Forgive me I think you cannot and I don't seek it.

            Can you still remember the dammed day I first met you? Your face was so fresh, emanating light from youthful giddiness, so innocent and oblivious to the dark world you had blindly walked into. You were an imperceptible taste of something I had never tasted before and I wanted it. So we danced and we danced that night. You, at first tremulous, grew bolder with each passing waltz. I had sought just one, for a taste, but was intoxicated and couldn't let you go. I should've though and I am sorry.

            My intoxication of you grew into what I thought was love. I adored your pure smile that emanated innocence when you were happy and I bought it, because I loved it so, with every gem I showered on your lovely, golden head, thinking them emphatic of my loving declaration. I had no right to be the imperious ruler of your life, but I have always been one who adores power and worship of which you so willingly laid at my feet. You made me a god and I loved it.

            At first you held dissent for my lifestyle, able to see through the cracks in its bright chaotic beauty. But like it does to all who walks into its traps, my world blinded you and , being so amenable to my suggestions, you became hypnotized and walked blindly in. Then my lifestyle began to cause you to crack and change. The profusion of chaos and interminable fetes began to intoxicate you as you had intoxicated me. Your smile slowly twisted into  grimaces more and more often in till you forgot how to smile and I lost what I had adored;I did not notice and  still led you deeper and deeper. At this point, I now reflect, I don't think we even loved each other anymore:I had just simply grown addicted to you and you addicted to my world.

            Remember that time when your parents came to visit to see how you were doing? They tried to pull you out from my world's spell and give you back your moral conscience. You were too far gone to care. The discord that night I can still remember though it is covered with a drunken haze and filled with bright spasmodic moments of color. You were drunk, I was drunk, and my encouragement led you to cut all ties with the ones who truly loved you in that fatal dispute. I am sorry. I made you a disreputable monster and now you will die a monster.

            Today, I found you in an alley outside the New Years Ball lying prostrate on the floor. I took home and laid down with vain attempts to comfort your broken self. How far have you fallen from your previously heavenly divine status to the  illimitable depths of earthly hell. If you were to look at yourself know in the view point of those bright eyes I first saw you with you would be filled with tears and disapprobation at what you have become. Now if you see yourself, you wouldn't feel anything:frozen and immune to human emotions.

             I wish I had realized, before I had finally left you earlier this year , the inestimable damage I have caused you but I didn't because I was selfish then. I had taken and consumed all the light in you and when I found there was no more I cast you away: I disparaged you as no longer worthy of my vain affections. I had cast you alone into the sea of chaos and you floundered helplessly addicted.  

             I see that you are fading fast and I will aid you. I had somehow in my twisted thinking found glory and power in my dark, chaotic world. Now, I see it as  my attempt to banish my fear of mortality. I am no longer afraid so I will join you after I ease your pain. I deserve it.                                                  

             We will probably not end up in the same place: me to join the queues of the dammed and you to the queues of those who deserve redemption. I just want you to know how much I wish I had found my humanity before I met you. Then I could have really loved you and treated you the way you deserved. You would've  been happy. Don't forgive me.  I don't deserve it. You won't linger in this dark dream much longer; you will soon see the light again. Remember to smile. Goodbye. I'm sorry.