Saturday, April 17, 2010
prologue to misery
She stood there motionless; her eyes began to tear. She couldn't help herself, there was nothing she could do that could have saved her from what was to come. He was leaving, and this time, she knew that it would be the last time she would ever lay her eyes on him.
"Dont go", she whispered, "Please, just don't".
He kept on walking; each step shredding every bit of memory they once shared. She remained static, hoping he would turn around just once and look at her. She was willing to sacrifice everything just to go back to the time when everything seemed simple.
Please..
She watched him walk away slowly, like an ethereal figure into the darkness. Her instincts told her to run after him, but alas, her legs felt like it was bolted to the ground; numb and lifeless. She looked up at the dark sky and in silence, cursed her very existence. The sky, as if sympathetic to her, began to tear as well, and craftily washed away her tears.
How could it get any worse than this...
Her heart began to race as the memories played in her head. She clenched her fist and knelt on the ground, begging for the pain to stop. She then drew her fist to her chest, pounding it furiously. The sudden movement drew all her energy away in an instant. It was useless now, her arms couldn't stop her forehead from resting on the ground.
Her eyes still open, she used every ounce of energy she had to search for any glimpse of him on Misery Avenue, but he was long gone, and so was the little drawing they scribbled together on the curb when they first met on the same street a year ago. She closed her eyes.
Rest in Peace, Danielle Stevens.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
"Dont go", she whispered, "Please, just don't".
He kept on walking; each step shredding every bit of memory they once shared. She remained static, hoping he would turn around just once and look at her. She was willing to sacrifice everything just to go back to the time when everything seemed simple.
Please..
She watched him walk away slowly, like an ethereal figure into the darkness. Her instincts told her to run after him, but alas, her legs felt like it was bolted to the ground; numb and lifeless. She looked up at the dark sky and in silence, cursed her very existence. The sky, as if sympathetic to her, began to tear as well, and craftily washed away her tears.
How could it get any worse than this...
Her heart began to race as the memories played in her head. She clenched her fist and knelt on the ground, begging for the pain to stop. She then drew her fist to her chest, pounding it furiously. The sudden movement drew all her energy away in an instant. It was useless now, her arms couldn't stop her forehead from resting on the ground.
Her eyes still open, she used every ounce of energy she had to search for any glimpse of him on Misery Avenue, but he was long gone, and so was the little drawing they scribbled together on the curb when they first met on the same street a year ago. She closed her eyes.
Rest in Peace, Danielle Stevens.
Can't seem to hold you like I want to
So I can feel you in my arms.
Nobody's gonna come and save you,
We pulled too many false alarms.
what did i do so wrong that you had to leave me alone ... at 1:47 AM
0 people in the crowd heard my words
0 people in the crowd heard my words
