Author: Annabel H. Wilde PM
And Death steals another soul for himself.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 404 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-30-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2590126
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Death. The word was a constant guest in my mind, but it was always referring to me, not anyone else. I couldn't believe it, yet the proof was sprawled in front of me, glassy gray eyes staring at a sky they could not see.
I don't know how long I kneeled there, looking into the gray eyes that had once sparkled with life, but eventually someone pulled me up by my arm, gently guiding me. I moved in a daze, on autopilot, not speaking.
Soon I was perched on a comfortable armchair that was both familiar and foreign, as though from another life. People surrounded me. Faces I should have known but couldn't quite recall.
A single tear trickled from my eye, closely followed by another. More and more followed until I had none left.
Everything had come to a standstill when I'd seen the glitter leave those eyes. Now the full impact of what had just transpired slammed into me with all the force of a speeding train. The affect was apocalyptic. It was as though a black hole had opened and was pulling everything in. And I was going right along with it.
I was in nothingness now; there was nothing left. Void. It consumed my very being until even thinking was a trial. My world was in shambles. There wasn't a trace of what it had once been. Nothing. I was an empty shell, a shadow. Dead.
There was no air to breathe, no light to see, no music to hear, no warmth to feel. All that was left was darkness, an artificial night. No moon, no stars, no light at all penetrated it. The type of night where the darkness pressed against your eyes, suffocated you, and the silence crushed you with its weight.
My memories were flooding through my mind, and I was trapped in them.
. . . "L is for the way you look at me."
"Stop embarrassing yourself, you can't sing.". . . .
. . . ."Save me from your cousins!"
"No can do, love.". . . .
. . . . "Don't invite the twins they'll blow something up!"
"But they're your brothers!"
"I know, I was kidding." . . . .
Everything was a blur; voices only background noise, a plethora of sound. Nothing could get through to me; I was on one side of a wall with the world on the other. I had nothing to live for. My life was over.