04-25-2012, 10:58 PM
Karen took a deep breath, moving over to sit on the bed. It squeaked in protest, but other than that the room was silent as Benny spoke. She listened to his words, eyes widening. The concept was so... foreign to her, so strange. Hope was something she hadn't allowed herself to have. It put wild fantasies in her head - a life free from her beloved husband... alone with the wind and her thoughts to keep her company. But it was already made perfectly clear to her that she would never have this - not without giving up the one bit of herself that she owned.
"If you insist on helping people, why not get rid of the bad in their lives...instead of giving them false hope?" She questioned, accusingly. "Its a nice thought, but hope isn't going to save me from being raped and beaten." Like Benny Karen went silent. She had never said it aloud. Raped. It made her feel.. violated as if it were happening right at the moment. Her eyes fallowing his, she wondered curiously about the trinket in his hand. Some symbol of hope? Perhaps.
"I wish I could be as forgiving as you say you are. But there are some things that don't deserve to be forgiven. Sometimes I think that these Gods the villagers worship... They're just men - who glorified themselves, made themselves into gods... For no Gods could actually be so cruel as to allow this misery..." She admitted. Her eyes moving to the door, as if afraid someone would over hear her. She made a sound, as if disgusted by herself. When did I become this meek creature? she questioned, remembering life before her father died.
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