For months all she had left to cradle were her memories. Emptiness had become her constant companion; whiskey her lover.
Tear stained lashes soaked her pillows night after night, the ache in her chest growing with each mile he'd driven away from her arms.
Pop a pill, is the pain there still?
Take a shot, nothing but the bottom of the bottle to greet her.
Had the hurt subsided? Could she even stand on her own feet?
Streaks of mascara running down her cheeks, last night's charade etched on her body.
Life was meaningless.
Red. Blood. Let it flow.
A voice commanded her, sink to your knees. All she wanted was to fall apart and scream and finally be heard. Silence greeted her cries with a cold thud, or was it her lifeless body releasing her spirit from its cage?
Unconscious, she lay sprawled on the cool tile, her hair matted and reeking of the coppery substance it had been soaked with from the fall.
In and out of a dream like state her claustrophobia set in as a viper come to ensnare her peace of mind.
Shrieks, and screams of utter agony echoed off the bathroom walls, she begged for the voices to flee, let me go.
She began clawing at her once flawless skin and scratches slowly filled her arms. The room had since gone dark, leaving her emptier than before. Hours passed and nothing could alleviate the pain.
A light flickered through a crack in her mind like a gentle breeze caressing her cheek.
His voice.
The sound of a thousand angels singing Hallelujah.
Jack.
