Author: littlemscurious1106 PM
result of a creative writing project with a couple of friends…the topic of this particular one was "hold on" and that is my result...Rated: Fiction K - English - Drama/Tragedy - Words: 1,120 - Published: 03-03-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3105579
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A little while ago I had a little creative writing project with a couple of friends…the topic of this particular one was "hold on" and that is my result…it's not the best but I thought I'd share it anyway and maybe I'll get some feedback on it.
He loved the way the snow crunched under his feet. In front of him, the field lay beneath a white blanket of thick snow. Footprints disrupted this perfect ice-cold cover here and there but otherwise it was smooth and even. The branches of the trees on either side of the broad open space were bending down under the weight of their white burden.
His feet in the dark green Converse were frozen and the thin layer of fabric, that was meant to protect his skin from the cold, was soaking wet. Wherever he looked little twinkling diamonds appeared on the surface of the snow, demanding his attention and he had to close his eyes a little due to the brightness around him.
Closing his eyes..it seemed as if he had done that a lot recently. How could he have been this blind, not seeing what was so obvious to everybody else? She had been silently screaming for help but he did not hear it, could not read the signs she left him everywhere, the obstacles she threw in front of his feet. Now it was too late. Or at least it felt like it was. He still remembered receiving the call as if it had been just minutes ago, not weeks.
Rain was spluttering down onto the windscreen, making it almost impossible to see the road in the darkness ahead. But it was not only the rain that made her drive like this. She took another gulp of the then empty bottle and threw it onto the passenger seat. It did not remain there for long but fell down onto the floor where it landed strumming on other empty bottles and cans. Its contents were responsible for her blurry vision, for the images growing hazy in front of her eyes, making it impossible for her to distinguish her own lane from the oncoming one. She smiled. She smiled the content, drowsy smile of a drunk while she loudly sang along to Cyndi Lauper's "Girls just wanna have fun". Then she saw those big bright lights coming closer and growing even bigger and she smiled broader now, not realizing that an even bigger lorry belonged to them. Her own headlights were turned off, she couldn't be bothered to turn them on when she got into the car earlier.
The lorry driver didn't see her, he couldn't have. Not in those weather conditions, not without her headlights turned on and not with her being in a black car which made her nearly invisible on these dark country roads. What followed was a thunderous crash. Her little Mini Cooper collided only with the left side of the lorry's front, resulting in the small car being hurled into a group of nearby trees where it came to an abrupt halt. The lorry driver, still under shock about what had just happened, tried to get his vehicle back under control before turning his hazard lights on and calling an ambulance.
She was extremely lucky that she got out of this car in one piece although he wasn't quite sure whether she'd consider herself as 'lucky' given the fact that she was still alive. She didn't want to be anymore. That's why she emptied all those bottles. That's why she still got into the car afterwards. That's why she turned the key in the ignition and set off into the dark night ready to end her life, not thinking about the consequences her decision would have for others. He felt sorry for the lorry driver who himself felt utterly sorry for the state she was in. He shouldn't be. It wasn't his fault and wouldn't it have been his vehicle that hit her, it would've been another one.
A silent sigh before he turned and walked back home, carefully avoiding the footprints he left in the snow already, rather making new ones that testified he was here, although he wasn't sure how long they'd last as it started snowing again. Hundreds and thousands of little white snowflakes fell down from the sky and covered the earth in an aimless attempt to take away a little bit of the hurry and rush that dominate people's daily lives. But instead more chaos was caused although it was the people that were responsible for this chaos. Instead of appreciating the opportunity that was given to them and seizing it, they wanted to fight it, rule it, remove it with all their might.
He didn't expect anything to have changed since he last visited her the day before but still it was devastating to see her frail body in this huge hospital bed with tubes coming out of various parts of her arms, while little white machines at the head end of her bed kept on beeping in conformity with her heartbeat.
"Hey little sister!" His voice was barely more than a whisper but she wouldn't hear him anyway, would she? He stepped closer to her bed, placed his hand carefully on top of hers which seemed even more fragile than before. Thin purple veins were visible through her transparent skin. In the beginning he was afraid he might hurt her but he knew by now that he wouldn't. He tried to be careful for so long, tiptoed around her, avoided her even. That's why he didn't see it coming. It had worked when he was a child. When he closed his eyes nobody would see him, either, wouldn't find him in his hiding place. But this doesn't work anymore. Just because you close your eyes and wish for everything evil and bad to turn away, doesn't mean you'll succeed. Rather, you'll be even more surprised with which force it'll roll over you, bury you and turn your world and everybody in it upside down in just an instance.
He sat with her for a while just staring at her fine and delicate features hoping for a little twitch of her eyelids or her lips. He watched her ribcage raising and lowering in a smooth rhythm although he knew it wasn't she doing this but rather one of the machines keeping her alive. Another silent sigh before he got up, kissed her lightly on the forehead and walked towards the door. "Hold on, Ellie!", he whispered before he silently closed the door, although not sure himself if he meant the world here or whatever was awaiting her on the other side.