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Burdened feet hit the ground in a fleeting manner. The pavement illuminated by a glossy coat of Autumn's rain- leaves lay scattered like puzzle pieces upon the surface as her bare feet disrupt the stagnant pools. Breaking tension, the water echoes, splashes beneath her, yet silenced, forgotten by determination. The slick stones providing no better traction than a layer ice and sleet, yet she runs without error- flawless as ever with no concern of her surroundings. The dew of leaves reach out to her, the wind bellows. Tree roots expand like spiders, weaving in and out of the soil's entanglement. The grass worn to dirt and rocks from curious travelers. Her golden hair trailing from side to side, cheeks moist as memories stream from her lucid eyes that had seemed to have lost their ardent glow. The color of her face drained from a cheery peach to cold pale tones of lilac. Her beauty-fading, faceless and expressionless. One eye shut, Her hands- empty. The pendulum had cease to sway, suspended motionless within. Lips slightly parted, she comes to a sudden stop, adrenaline still pulsing through her body. She couldn't find help. Turning her back to a quick escape, she ran back through her own tracks to take things into her own hands... The weight of two now upon her weariness, she tread home in exhaustion with a cloud of fear towering ominously behind her, overshadowing her with doubt and disbelief. She reached the last hill before the forest and dropped to her knees, head flew back to stare at the unknown forces above and looked down towards the boy, his agony drifting from his body…from this realm. His eyes tightly closed, creating distinct creases along his features and brow. She gently pushed his hair aside and placed her hand upon his face as it softly glided down his neck and rested over his heart. His breathing patterns- irregular. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore… The harsh grasp of reality clenched her throat, which was rapidly swelling with tears… She pulled herself to her feel and readjusted her grip on the unconscious body- his blood running like ink dripping from the tip of a quill, running through the creases of her skin like the fibers of fresh parchment leaving permanent stains upon her hands… Slowed in pace she approached the door of the abandoned house and proceeded inside, the stairs creaked, calling into the open silence with no reply as she reached the door and entered her own sanctuary of broken promise. She locked the door behind her, collapsing on the bed, the boy still tight in her arms. How she had the strength to life the boy was beyond anyone at this point, but if some believed that love is flight, then her bleeding heart could manipulate any force of nature with the undying love and gratitude of the boy. She rest his weak head upon the pillow and slipped a knife out from under the pillowcase and began to cut frantically through the fabric of his shirt, revealing the cuts and wounds and a large deep clean gash that stretched from his chest to his lower abdomen. Pressing the ripped linen from his shirt against the opening she desperately tried to stop the bleeding. The hour passed and blood flow slowed, she quickly cleaned up the gash and knew that his fate could literally rest at the point of a needle. She began to search for a spool and began the dirty work in horror. The sewing of human flesh to save all that you love. The extremes the young girl went through just to see something live how it should. She did what she had to and everything she could do. She stuck the needle back into the spool tipped with blood. She immersed him in covers to keep his body at a warm enough temperature and rest her head upon his chest; unintentionally drifting into sleep… she woke to find a world full of nothingness, an empty bed, right eye swollen shut. No sign of anything. She curled up in tears and dosed off once more. She knew the boy well, quite well indeed. The boy was as keen and swift as a cat. Cats are fascinating animals; they can sense their own fate to an extent. When they find themselves at the end of their lifespan, they hide from death… The young girl wakes once more to the patter of rain upon her windowsill. Her beautiful hair a completely mess, sticking out like the pinfeathers of a bird, her makeup worn away, her lips dry and pale. She walks to her window- a familiar place and peers through the blinds to a bleak and gloomy say. She sits back down upon her bed, hunched over hugging her knees- an expression of fatigue upon her face, her mouth partially open in speechlessness. She hangs her head down, supported by her knees and begins to ponder, could a pair of star-crossed lovers change their stars, and if your stars weren’t crossed, wouldn’t you not be lovers at all…Nights withered away along with her feelings. From days to weeks, from weeks to months, from months to years, the boy was never to be found. The young girls hopes, crushed. Lost and confused she set off to search for a purpose… and she found nothing… just a notebook full of empty pages…
 xD3USx3XxM4CH1N4x · Sun Jan 04, 2009 @ 02:37am · 0 Comments |
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