Fredrich Vront

My last words... “Julia "...

My name would have been Fredrich Vront. My lips would tell the tale of my story, at least... A moment of it can at least be seen. I am always covered; I cover my mouth, my eyes, my skin... Nothing will bring me back to what I once was. I cannot begin to tell why I choose solitude...silence...loneliness. Those who beg to see my face, stopped me in my path, or tormented me enough to take down my hood, I shall.

I pull down the hood slowly: The mouth covering, it falls as well: My Black, oily hair, soon follows suit, falling to my shoulders:

My eyes are sewn at the tops... the bottoms... My eyes will forever be open in an empty glaze. There are no pupils… a while abyss to stare back at you. There is no emotion. There is no human tie. The hair that has once been my eye brows are split with the string, clean as it could be…but forever open. I will never make the mistake of missing my opportunity again.

You look lower, with wide eyes;

My mouth… It is shut with black string. My mouth, it looks withered, sealed almost but for a small opening on the side. I do not speak to you. I do not scream, moan, nor show compassion. Occasionally, I might speak a word. “Go away “…. “Leave me be “I cannot speak louder than a whisper.

The ties of the hood fall on my chest... The robe opens slightly as the ties were slightly undone…

My chest shows the scars of my past. The most visual are the words across it… “Julia “. There are deep scars, trailed with obvious black dye. My body is a canvas, my artwork fill my body, depicting scenes of glory, scenes of battle, scenes of creatures.

I pull my hood back up; I don’t bother covering my mouth as I begin to leave, having your curiosity quenched. I walk alone down the path that you stop me on, slowly not making my head turn to see if you follow. I do nothing. I speak nothing. I am only me.

The footsteps of my feet are somewhat deep; however slowly fade away as I walk more down the road, the wind enough to wipe any trace that I have been there. I will linger in your memory, but I will not linger in the open.