Collection Of Stray Thoughts

Those Eyes

She was on her way home, sitting quietly as music blasted from the radio. It provided a gentle melody that drowned the noise of the world.

(A pair of scorching red eyes
and glistening teeth)

But sadly, it wasn't enough to mask over the thoughts of her mind.

She stared out of the blurry window at the passing lights—they seemed as vague and undefined as her future.

The night sky twinkled with stars but the darkness of her tormenting thoughts prevented her from seeing the cosmic lights hanging overhead.

The continuous road had a clear distinguishing feature that allowed her to not stray from her path. Yet, from time to time the gravel underneath her would sway even more than the rotations of the world.

She tried to look forward for the future that was her only sanctuary but the thorny vines of the past wouldn't let loose of her crying limbs no matter how much she pleaded.

Her eyes were hurting, all the unshed tears weighing down on her lids made it impossible to even blink.

She was still mulling over the ruthlessness of destiny's hands when she was brought back into reality as the ambulance's screeching siren shattered the castle of her thoughts.

The same emotionless eyes kept staring out the window because her prevalent thoughts sucked everything out of her. Her attention was still on the incoming ambulance.

(Mangy claws winding delicately around an unsuspecting neck)

No fear gripped her heart and no nightmares engulfed her whole. She wasn't curious or worried for the unlucky patient that had to be taken to a hospital immediately.

No, her selfishness didn't allow that.

Her desires made it impossible to not want the ambulance for herself. Just because she wasn't bleeding on the outside didn't mean her organs weren't drowning in a pool of darkened blood.

It was completely justified because she was the one who was hurt more. Her heart more broken and empty.

She felt like she belonged there in that ambulance. Because no matter how much she tried to deny the voices, she knew that she needed rescuing as much as the other injured person.

Maybe even more.

Because hopelessness gripped her and spread all over her body and seeped into her soul. It was eating her alive, marking her every little action and following her like a shadow of the night. It was tattooed all over her, screaming obscenities at the oblivious world.

Her once shining eyes now were now integrated with the dullness of her mind. They followed the ambulance as it passed her way, seemingly used to being an ignored victim.

She let her ears relish in the sound of the sirens before her desired saviour could no longer be heard. And just like before, she resigned to her inevitable fate of constant hurting.

(Crafty hands slither over a hollow shell and brings her to the fairy tale world she forever dreamed of;
The abode of demons)

Untreated and unattended.