LIQUID DIAMONDS

The cool water beat upon her back rhythmically, forming droplets of water on her delicate skin. The water ran in tiny rivulets down her body, washing away every trace of dirt on it. Her creamy skin was tinged with a hint of red, showing signs that she had been scrubbing away frantically at it, trying to scrub away every single one of those memories in the past. She wanted to start all over again, she wanted to start anew. But there was no way she could do so.

Why do people have to be so hypocritical? Why is it that people will put on a false front and be all smiles for a person when deep down inside, they knew that they hated that person? And why do some people ignore another person just because that person happened to be someone whom they hated? Why?

Her chocolate brown orbs filled up with tears as she thought of all the things her so called friends had done to hurt her in the past. She had shut her heart out to them but as time went by she slowly opened it up again to those whom she thought really cared for her. Little did she know that in time, she would regret ever forcing the door to her heart open again to let these people in. For although some people DO care for her, they’ve been overshadowed by those who don’t. Because all in all there are NO true friends in the world.

Now she knew. Now she knew that when they said “friends forever”, they didn’t mean it. Forever is never forever. She turned the steady stream of water off, and slowly began to dry herself. The tears which she had been holding in began to fall. Under the warm orange glow of the light in the bathroom they sparkled like liquid diamonds. She looked up at herself in the mirror. An innocent face stared back at her. Was it because she looked so gullible that others thought they could make use of her? She shook her head and tried to get these unhappy thoughts out of her head. She dressed herself and stepped out of the bathroom.

Her wet feet left footprints on the cool marble floor. She sat herself on the velvet-covered stool in front of her vanity desk and picked up the purple comb lying on it, drawing it through her hair. She continued staring at herself in the mirror. Many things rushed through her mind in a flurry. WHY? WHY?! WHY?!?!

Finally, she could hold it in no more, she ran to the window and screamed as loud as she possibly could. An anguished, helpless scream in which despair could be heard. She screamed till a sob broke through. She turned her back to the wall and slid down it, clutching her head in her hands and cried. Her tears were like liquid diamonds, so precious, so rare. No one had ever seen her cry before. She had always portrayed a tough, unbeatable image. Her eyes, once full of determination and strength had emptied. They were blank and seemingly unseeing. She stared into space, allowing the diamonds to continue sparkling on her face. All of a sudden, she got up, ran as fast as she could to her desk, whipped out a glinting object and in a swift sudden motion, she brought it down and with a cry full of pain, fury and helplessness, she crumpled to the floor before darkness enveloped her and she drifted off.

That evening, her mother knocked softly on the cheerfully painted lime green door and stepped in.

“------, dinner’s rea…” her eyes grew as huge as saucers and a scream escaped her lips. Her only daughter lay lifeless on the floor, a pool of ruby red blood under her wrist where a nasty slash had appeared. There were still garnet drops of blood on it. Her jet black hair with the crazy electric blue streaks was fanned out behind her. Her luscious lips were a soft powder pink and her innocent eyes were closed forever. Her creamy skin was still tinged with pink and her face was still tear-stained. On her left shoulder was something her mother had never seen before. A tattoo of a beautiful black cat, a perfect copy of the girl’s pet kitten. Her mother fell to her knees beside the peaceful looking body of her daughter and started to cry too. The little kitten padded softly into the room and crawled on top of its owner’s tummy, curled up into a ball and lay there motionless. For some reason, its tiny heart had stopped beating.

Just as the girl had died, so had the cat.