Observer

Too late?

Returning to the depths of her deep slumber, her eyes rolled forward and backwards. Restless eye movement terminated and her dreams flashed before her eyes. Her body was floating in the cool water as it touched her skin still holding her up. The sky was a azure colour that reflected the sea she lay on. Wispy clouds were visible, holding every dream within them. The sun danced across the water, twinkling at the peaks. Far ahead bisque sands scattered across the landscape beyond. Closing her eyes again, everything was calm. Everything was how it was supposed to be. The warmth wrapped around her liberated body and it was alright. The only embrace she had received in months, she had forgotten the warmth in humanity. It cared for her and the waves lapped gently underneath her, drifting her away into the bright horizon. Such care and admiration was needed. She wanted to be cared for, she needed someone to listen, someone to love her.

But nothing lasted forever.

The waves became a little bit stronger and they moved away from her, the wispy clouds became a drab granite colour. Curling at the ends, they each poured crystalline drops of acid. So pure, they burnt her skin, tainting it's flaws. The spitting comforted her more as the gentle lapping transformed into rougher pushes. Swaying in between Beverly stayed silent, she stayed innocent. Shutting those small lips, eyes watering. They continued to taunt her and the clouds hit her with their venom and spite. It stung her skin once again, the waves grew larger they retreated. Silence. A overwhelming, strength of the sea pushed her violently. Everything slowed down and Beverly watched the wave crash on top of her vulnerable body. Colliding into her she immersed underneath, numbness filled her lungs. A match brushed against the fibres of her heavy lungs, a dry flame ignited. Nose imbedded with needles each pushing deeper inside her nasal airways. Her stomach pitted, empty and the acid inside swam sideways. Spinning into a endless pit of conformity. There was no returning now, each dagger impended her airways ripping deeper and deeper. Ringing, chiming they all watched her as she departed the soil of Earth. Going into the depths of mankind's end, they all glared. Not a single sign of sorrow or remorse. She returned to the dust of the seabed with the chartreuse weeds of their hatred. They cushioned the blow of her head hitting the ground.

Alone, abandoned and cynical. She touched her skull, her fingers touched the gap in her skull. Crimson painted her fingers as she looked through heavy eyes, it seeped into the still waters. A cloud of her distress, no one would see. Only the salty waters could repair this wound in her sanity. Beverly had descended, she looked above moving her brown hair out of the way, it floated to the side and a white blinding light appeared.

She saw the same girl as before and she floated closer to her. Beverly lay motionless as the figure with the platinum hair touched her face. "Beverly. Listen to me"she spoke so gently almost angelic. "Beverly.. You need to listen to me.."she spoke again. "Yes.. Yes"Beverly whispered, she struggled as a few bubbles floated upwards out of her mouth. Eyes began to droop lower and Beverly heard the waters lap and she saw the figure talk again. "Beverly.. Say it.. Go.. We need you.." The figure swam closer and lay her face became more visible. They both lay on the ground and looked up. "Beverly. Say it with me." The figure spoke into her ear and grasped her hand tighter this time. "Beverly come on"she repeated herself. Beverly looked into the figures face, as if a mirror lay. It beheld an image of herself. Her pale platinum hair, pale skin and ghostly features. Similar brown eyes and small lips. "Stop it" the figure shouted at Beverly. Beverly knew it was herself. "Say it.. Beverly" she repeated. But this time the reflection of herself shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. They all rose and one splinter lay next to Beverly.

Gaining enough energy to pick it up, Beverly saw a small reflection of herself. She dropped it and it floated away. A horrid image stuck in her mind. Herself, weak and crying. Salty tears streaking down her face, as she cried in the corner. Beverly shook her head. She thought in her mind of everyone she knew. They all were above, but they didn't see her descend into this. They didn't suspect her to be like this. They all thought she was better than this. They all knew she wasn't like this. Because as she was falling, they never realised how fragile she was. They never asked her what was wrong. They all thought they knew her. But they didn't. They won't and never will. Everyone knows Beverly but no one knows who she is.

All of them above walked away, no one cried or looked. They returned to normal because Beverly was invisible. She moulded into brick walls, she was blanked out and abandoned. Beverly was no one. They lied, they said they needed her. "Beverly is great! Beverly is nice" they all said. But deep down they always lied and never cried.They all wore black, in that group. There was never a reason to, but today a entombment will take place. The sea bed the soil and the surface the land. A requiem will be sung by a choir of silence. The candles will be lit and the fires will die out. They had all started to part their ways. The sea darkened and became still. The rain thundered on the calm surface. It's bullets ricocheted into the depths where they too sunk, the cold metal pounding into the earth. Humanity would cry for no help, as this was what was supposed to happen. The humanity feared it but their bodies eventually surrendered to it.

Beverly had one last trouble on her mind. Before it was too late. "Em evas"she screamed with all her power, the echoes made ripples. At least she knew it wasn't too late. Her eyes finally shut and her chest rested. Her body halcyon and performing the gracefulness of the oblivion.