Lonely Day

Her life was full of loneliness, and it was bitter, but she didn’t mind it. No, she just lived with it. She lived through the long days and nights as the loneliness echoed around her apartment, making her look all around her, but causing her to see nothing. It seemed to haunt her but she didn’t care, she didn’t bother to try and remedy it. It was part of her life, her morosely haunted life, but life all the same.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…

Rain, coming to wash away the sins of yesterday and make it clean again. Make it all better. For all she had the windows open, the gale blowing in with rain collecting in puddles on the laminate floors, she could not tell whether it was the kind of rain she had expected; the kind of rain that truly did wash away sins and refresh you for the next day to come. Or maybe it was a sickening rain, which bathed you in sins threefold stronger than those that were already implanted in your mind, maybe.

There were no lights on in the apartment, not one. The darkness was almost comforting though, as though there was an ethereal presence with her, quelling her emotions, perhaps. She turned to her right, then to her left. No, nobody was there, but that was how it always was. Just loneliness and her, though there seemed to be very little of her, and so much loneliness. So much loneliness that now, she could not feel the desire to befriend any longer.

It wasn’t her choice, she had to stay there with her loneliness, the only friend she ever had; the only friend she was ever allowed to have.

The thunder that crashed wildly in the air did not disturb her, nor did it comfort her. With each bolt that flashed down from the heavens, a crack of thunder could be heard. And as she peered meekly out of a window, other lights in the city flickered and quavered. The storm certainly appeared to be taking its toll on this godforsaken place; indeed it did.

Now was the time, in her soul she could feel it, god was calling to her and he wanted his angel back. It could have been a devil in disguise, but only god could be so benevolent as to steal her from this world for his infernal purpose, but yes, god was benevolent.

Her footsteps barely made a sound as she made her way up the fire exit to the roof of the building. Within moments, she was soaked to the bone, her clothes barely providing much shielding from the whipping winds, the commanding rain, now stronger than she had anticipated it to be at this moment and the daunting thunder. She made her way to the edge of the building, her heart not pounding with fear, but with anticipation. She looked down to the ground, a few ant-sized cars passed bellow her, and humans rushing back to their homes to see that their family is safe.

Her hair flew violently around her as she raised her arms so that they were parallel with the level of her shoulders, hands raised and facing to the sky. Her time had come.

One foot moved from where it was placed on the edge of the building, the other followed. It was over…

Such a lonely day, and its mine, the most loneliest day of my life…