The night was crawling slowly through the window. The pink colors of sunset were stepping away to make place for the dark-blue of the night. The evening star was out, spreading it's light and announcing the Moon.
She was alone in her room, in the corner. Her knees to her chest, tears running down her cheeks. The syringe was next to her, full, ready to use. Her daily sin. The only way to run away from loneliness, from the pressure everyone around her put on her. The only way to sing in silence.
She was everyone's favorite, daddy's girl, always smiling and sweet, never in trouble. She was trying to keep that farce, to wear that mask, but it was all more than she could bear. She couldn't take it anymore.
Then he came - he understood her, held her when she needed to be held, listened to her, wiped her tears away. She never thought why he always had that long cloak and the hood. She never saw him coming closer, but knew he was always there. He had this smell of tears and unhappiness about him that filled her nostrils every time he was around. He first offered her the syringe, first showed her how to do it.
In time she realized this wasn't the way to run from it all, but it was too late. She trusted him too much, more than she wanted. She let herself be his toy.
The sweet smell of tears surrounded her. She raised her head and saw him standing before her. He knelt and took the syringe.
- Tears again. Let me stop them. - he tried to grab her arm.
- What of this is not the way?
- Then what is it?
- Will you love me?
- Always.
She smiled. Another bitter smile.
- Will you kiss me?
- First let me stop the tears.
She held her hand to him. He put the needle in her vein and bend to her.
- Say goodbye to the world. Death is here and wants to kiss you.
- I want to kiss him back.
A smile. She felt his cold lips on hers, then felt a sweet wave of serenity and warmth enveloping her. She relaxed her body in his embrace. He tossed some hair off her face.
- My heiress of the evening Sings in Silence.
She closed her eyes. Felt fragile like a rose on the snow.
22.10.2008
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4 comments:
Hmm, drugs.. :/ I like how you potrayed the problem though, it's very well written, good job. :)
It's beautiful... dark and sincere but still... the drugs are very symbolic. It's about addiction overall and how we tend to choose the wrong ways for us to deal with things. It reminds me bit about when I wrote about smoking and I felt I had to clarify that it wasn't actually about the cigarettes. Beautiful job sweetheart. <3
You nicely turned Sonata Arctica's "Sing in Silence" into a story :)
I also, after listening to this song, had an idea of a short novel, but I never wrote it.
Thank you :)
Maybe you should write it. ;)
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