Shit happens. Well, at least that is what the sticker on the car ahead of me said. Shit Happens! And today I needed to hear (or see) that mind blowing statement. I needed to be reminded that life isn't always happy-go-lucky, that life isn't always peaches and cream, that things don't always go they way you want them to go. I needed to free myself from the expectations of others and live my life to the fullest. No matter what happens because shit happens. You fall in love with a bastard, you learn from your mistakes, you get a speeding ticket, you cuss out a little old lady. Shit happens. You find out that your ex-girlfriend has moved on and is pregnant. You look down and realize that you've bled all over your favorite pants. Shit Happens.
I check all my gear before activating the lift. I only had 3 drums of rockets, a couple of boxes of chain-gun ammo and a box of 20 shells. There was a blue sphere hidden behind a loose panel in the wall so I grabbed that, coupled with the blue armor I found earlier I felt I could take on anything Hell could throw at me.
I kicked on the lift and it took me up through tons of scaffolding and dangling wires, to the top of the anomaly. Once I arrived there were two pillars in the center of the star, and I felt a sudden sense of dread. I hoisted the rocket launcher and stepped off the platform. Once my boot hit the ground the door shot open and two, very pissed off... I dunno what to call them.
They stood 7 feet tall, with the head of a goat, torso of a man that looked like he was chiseled from rock, and long goat legs. In each hand was a glowing green ball of flame. Their eyes were lit from inside with fiery hatred hatred. They knew I was the reason their invasion failed, that I was responsible for blasting all their minions back to hell. And they knew I was there for them. They said as much with their inhuman howls as they charged, ready to tear me apart.
I got two rockets off before I had to dive out of the way. One barreled into the back of the elevator as the next one came up short and scorched the hair off my arms with a fireball. We continued the deadly dance, me pumping rockets into them and they shrug them off like flies. I dodge and weave, avoiding their fireballs. My last rocket took one down, and his brother seemed to get even more pissed off. I tossed the launcher aside and pulled out the chaingun, just as I heard the snorting of a pinkie right behind me.
I whipped around and shoved the barrel in the vile things gaping maw. I pulled the trigger and blasted through the thing into the pack behind him. I heard the sizzling of a fireball hurling through the air, I ducked just it time for it to catch the blown-out pinkie in what was left of it's face. The rest of his horde was filled with more lead than a number-two pencil. And the chaingun was dry, I turned around and tossed the gun to the side, staring down the goat-headed fucker. My shotgun was slung around my back.
He charged, both hands trailing green flames. I yelled and pulled the shotgun around, pumping round after round into his chest and head. He barreled into me with the force of a small truck, my last shot round I put the barrel up under his chin and pulled the trigger, blowing his head clean off. I rolled his stinking carcass off myself then I passed out.
It brought tears to my eyes, when he talked about the inspiring way that I see the future. He spoke of my hopes and dreams, and he told me that he was proud. Even with cuts deep in my skin, someone found me beautiful. He told me to open up my window, and see how the stars shined bright in the sky. By the time Earth's light reaches outer space and the stars' light reached us, many years will have already passed. He described that by the time the light in me could reach the outer most parts of this universe, my life would be completely different. I might be married, with little miracles pitter pattering through the house. By the time my light reaches outer space, so much will have changed and I will still be alive, fighting to have a smile on my face. Even though he was miles away, I felt him right next to me. He sang me a song that his mother always sang to him as child. It was a song he has sang over and over again through the phone, but tonight it hit even deeper than the cuts on my body. He showed me the kind of love that I have been searching for, the kind that doesn't forget even when it's been months of no contact. He called me his princess, when clearly I am nothing but a damsel. He made cry, not only all of my feelings out, but also all of the hurt inside of me. He cleaned me out with his careful words. He reminded me that I was beautifully stubborn, and that I have never been one to give up.
For weeks now, I have looked at her and saw more to her than ever before. I have never seen someone working so much, turning all the wheels inside of them. What is she building in there? Was it walls to lock me out, or was it a ladder to get out from the trap she felt I put her in? I may never have the answers, and I am starting to be okay with that. I finally read the letters I received on the day she chose to walk away. I started filling in the empty spaces in my head with the truth, no matter how much that truth hurt. The night I finally read them was the night I finally set a match to whatever she was building. I can see the burnt insides of what she had made inside of herself over the years. I see now that I am no longer to blame for how things end. She has been incapable of love for far too long. I was her practice field, and she is now playing with real people's hearts.
I was used to hurricanes coming and tearing my life apart, I was used to devastation, pain, distrust, doubts and fear, enormous fear. Being tore apart was something normal for me, my almost everyday. Always wishing for peace, always wishing for love, for a gentle wave to wet my shore with love and care, not bringing everything down, but on the contrary, helping to build a life. Now... a miracle happened and after the most devastating hurricane, but also the most empowering one, finally I have my gentle sweet wave... it's confusing at times... sometimes waiting for the strong currents to hit me like before. But this time I know this wave is gonna make roots grow in my land, it's gonna bring life and peace to my parched up shore. I'm letting it cleanse me with love and peace, with subtlety and patience. It's healing me from the inside out, like the sweetest balm of all. And let me tell you, the fear is not gone... but I'm learning to love, I'm learning to trust...