Author: Jorda PM
Even the happiest memories can become nightmares..Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Drama - Words: 394 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-21-05 - id: 2053756
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The bitter sting of winter shot through her bones like a knife piercing the heart. The abstract figure constantly mocked her with memories of a happier time. The time when life was easier to cope and her problems seemed fewer. When she had the greatest friends anyone could ask for. When their conversations weren't held through telephone lines and technology
Her body was perched upon a cushioned computer chair. Arms and legs refused to move the slightest. She feared if she did something... anything, she would get yet another reminder of the past. And then the icy tears would fall from her eyes again. She was haunted by the most joyous events. Their jovial laughs became maniacal and malignant cackles.
Eyes remained close as she wandered off in her own fantasy world. As long as she couldn't see her surroundings, there was no reminder to the horrible truth. In her own little world, she could feel the persistent poking of her best friend. The random rants of the others poured into her ears like a sweet melody. Her cheek was caressed by the soft kiss of a friend she wished to be more to. In a place far from reality, she was within reach of perfection and completeness.
The silver of the blade reflected her melancholy expression. A shaking hand lifted the object by its handle and pulled it closer to her naked wrist. Metal cut through the frail skin, quickly getting stained with her vile, crimson liquid. For a few moments, reality had almost faded completely into black. Getting a hold of herself, she leaned over the wooden desk where the knife once rested. With silent whimpers of pain, she began to crave letters and soon words into the desk. When her task was finished, she carelessly let the knife drop to the carpet.
The injured arm lay on the piece of furniture, where the blood flowing from the wound fell. Eyes filled with pain and despair stared at her messy message to the world.
A world without the ones you hold dear in your heart is no world at all. A Hell is where my soul has lived for many years. I am in a place of no redemption, nor faith... Only death. But, not even Death wants me and so it follows me around, destorying everything dear to me...