Breathe

A bomb with no bang

Why was the world as it is today?
Why couldn't this generation get their head screwed on right?
Sanjit stared forward as she stood in the shower.
The water pouring down her curly hair.
Her brain was in a trance, her faces contorted in a look of wonder.
What if there was a certain amount of lyrics before the world...simply could not make anymore music? Sanjit chuckles to herself thinking about how She loved to narrate her own life in hopes to have an interesting to her story and turned off the water.

"Sanjit martian Williams stepped out of the shower," she said in a deep voice attempting to make a joke.

Sanjit inhaled, letting out a shaky breath. She thought she almost looked.... Pretty Today. More color fled into her face, to Sanjit, she just seemed a little bit better to herself.

She shook her head clear of the thought.
"Idiot, you have the face of a monster," she reminded herself in a scolding tone.

"Sanjit meant invincible, in some language she forgot, honestly. It was her hippie mothers idea, along with Martian. Obsessed with the universe, though, so was she. So she didn't mind the name too much but, She wasn't that. Sanjit wasn't invincible. The words and punches that were thrown at her didn't bounce off of her, instead they soak themselves in her skin."

Thriving and reminding her,

She was anything but invincible.

Sanjit took a bite of an apple and fled out the door.
That one tiny bite is all she will eat, she has to become skinner. The rest of the apple was given to a mangy dog Sanjit liked to call universe.
She combed through universe's fur, then poured water on him in a weak attempt to get him cleaned up. "Don't shake yet Uni, darling..." she commanded with a small smile. A small smile because Universe understood her and ignores others. Universe actually listens to her words, it makes her feel appreciated.

She stood at the bus stop, waiting. Her knuckles turning pale from clutching her books so tightly.
Hoping, wishing that those dick heads chose not to show their faces today, it would certainly be considered a blessing to some. Sanjit's hair was worn down and curly as the wind blew through it. Her clothes consisted of a black shirt that said, 'Sleep The Rain Away.' With some saggy camo pants with vans.

Of course, her dream could never come true, this story isn't a fairytale. She heard running and laughs, but as her eyes focused, she saw that it was merely a little boy. Though it was raining a bit, you could tell he was in tears. The boy's face was twisted into a look of pain. He clutched onto something, Sanjit thought it best not to interfere. She's got enough mouth breathers on her plate.
She thought better of it though as the grunts caused a flashback of her beloved Annie. Before she could realize what she was about to do, she was already doing it. Grabbing the foolish boys off of the frail little boy.

"Stop it! Stop it. Have some sense!"
Sanjit yelled at them feeling confident then felt something cold hit her head... Something metal.

She tumbled to the ground, only thinking of the boy. Help the boy. The dazed Sanjit threw herself over the boy as a shield. She could hear them readying up for more, her thugs. They would never miss a pounding, especially with her in the mix. They started to go in on her, beating her with all their might. Not showing any sign of easing up until the little boy was snatched from under her and pulled away. Her head shot up and through her blurred eyes she reach out for him.

"No!" she screamed. Earning a kick to the chin..

Everything went blurry for her, Sanjit could only hear noises. So she listened desperately, Hoping the boy wasn't hurt too badly while she was restrained.
She heard screaming and it didn't take her long to realize it was her. She struggled but to no avail.

Sanjit was punched as though she was a man then an icy, ear splitting splash was heard. Then silence until it was broken.

"No!!!" Sanjit screamed out once more.

Something inside Sanjit felt like it was shattering.
Then she heard feet, they were running. Soon after, skin connecting with skin, followed by groans. Silence too over once again. More foot steps, but they were coming closer. Sanjit couldn't even move anymore to resist. She felt arms around her bruised body. The arms felt strong, they felt destructive. They twitched with anticipation.
She strained to see but eventually saw beautiful dirty blonde hair and a clenched jaw, a young man.
He seemed dangerous, she didn't like it. Like if he touched anything it would be torn down.
Well then I should be ok... I was torn down a long time ago, Sanjit thought to herself.

The boy. Oh no.

   "The boy. Please, where is he?" I groaned and looked at the stranger.

The stranger gave her a strange look then slid his eyes back up to the road, clenching his jaw.

"He's dead," he responded.

Her blood ran cold. That crying, it was loud. It was annoying, it was torn, it was her. She weakly hit the strangers chest out of despair and the sobs became choked. The stranger just kept on walking. Sirens were heard, yet the stranger kept walking.

"I can't believe I let....I let him..." Sanjit whispered.

The man was silent, his jaw tightened as he walked forward. She just laid in his arms, knowing she had failed yet another child.

Sanjit continued to sob quietly, not allowing the tears to be for herself. She thought herself to be of no importance. The sobs transformed into hiccups. Sanjit realized as she started to drift off to sleep: I'm not only a drawing without lines, or a song without lyrics, a painting of nothing....But I am also

A bomb with no bang.

Silent.

But certainly

Deadly.