So here she is. Her music blocking out the world. She hasn't spoken a single word in hours. She keeps her hair covering her face, as to hide the tears. She promised herself to stop crying, yet she's just letting the tears come out.
You promised yourself, don't do this. You're so much better than this. she thought over and over again. Everytime she thought it, she felt worse. Her face is tear stained, her eyes red, her nose stuffy. Vision is blurred as she gives up and retreats to the only safe haven she has left, her bedroom. She locks the door and pulls the covers over her head, isolating her in complete darkness. She forces her eyes shut and keeps them shut tight. The ringing in her ears increase. Eventually, she drifts into a deep dark sleep.
She was in a mysterious place. Eerie lighting from the moon shone through the jagged old dead trees thanthang down before her. She walked along , searching for an answer as to where this place was. The groound was cold underneath her bare feet. One step after another, farther and farther into this unknown place. Where was she going? To this she does not know. It's very quiet. But what was that? She heard a rustle in the bushes at her side. She looked, yet saw nothing. And then again, she heard more rustling behind her. She turned around and looked. Then, a faint giggle. She still saw nothing. It's only your imagination. Quit over reacting over this. You know exactly where you are, which is.... Suddenly, she hears something. "Sweat drips in your eyes." She turns to the direction in which the call came from. "Tonight, you are everything. Everything to me." She ran. She followed the voices. But to where was she going?
The voices guide her. "Silent screams," Says one. "You're a dying heart." another one. "Blind to my sorrow and sympathy. We will die with your last breath." it finishes. She looks around her, she sees nothing. They led her to an open clearing, free from all things. Surrounded by thick buches and trees. "This will all be over soon. For you are so lost inside. My voice will allow you my love. I can't find the words to tell you." She got dizzy looking for the voices and lost her balance, sitting down. "My love, I can't find the words to tell you." That was the last voice she heard. She heard the footsteps coming to her, and fuzzy figures looking over her. She opened her mouth, but could not scream. She could not talk, she could not make a sound. With that, she had lost all consciousness.
When she awoke, the voices left her with one last parting phrase. "She wakes, from her dream. She will be loved." This frightened her. She pushed the cover off ad noticed it was still dark. It's still dark outside. And what a scary dream. But it's all over now. She approached the mirror and flicked on a small lamp. Taking a look into the dusty mirror, she was shocked at what she saw. Her hair was put into little braids on each side, tied with a simple ribbon. Her mouth was sewn shut in her sleep, a little black button in the place of an eye. She could bear no more, and looked down at her clothes, a simple little red checked dress. Then, she noticed a bruise on her chest, Examining it, she concluded something wasn't right. There were stitches along her chest, the same ones along her mouth. She looked down at the ground and saw a trail of blood leading out of her room.
An air of fright came over her. She followed the blood trail. Out of her room, down the hallway, outside, then it stopped. There it was. Right at her feet, her own heart. It had been mercilessly cut out of her chest. It had been brought outside, out into the open clearing of the ground. In the dark, she could barely make it out, but she knew it was her heart. She kneeled down and touched it. Cold, unbeating, hard, but there was one distinct figure she found intrestingly frightening. Her heart was blue. Standing up again, she could see in the moonlight there was still something she hadn't noticed. She could barely make out the words. For written in blood next to it, the words she had heard.
Love comes too easy when hope is gone. You're a dying heart.
 nangal · Sun Dec 28, 2008 @ 06:33am · 2 Comments |
