She lay there all alone.
She cried, she shrieked as loud as she could.
Not a single soul, she could spot, who would help her.
She thought about how she had,
intended her life to be and,
how it actually turned out.
All around her was utter silence,
darkness was the only friend she made there.
Chilling air was creeping inside her.
But more than anything,
She was fighting death.
Today, she was not afraid of dark as she used to be.
Today, she was not frightened of the cold outside.
Today, she was not scared of the quietness all over the place.
Today, she was afraid to die.
Petrified she was, of losing her loved ones.
She knew she had no help besides her.
But she knew she was loved.
She wished she had more time,
with her beloved, she wished she had spent more time with them.
But now that she had no time,
she silently cried with regret in her heart.
Just a few seconds, if she had been careful,
she would have lived, she would have had time.
Just a few seconds,
and the car wouldnt have hit her.
She knew she had her final moments,
wherein she could think about all those people,
who will be crushed by knowing she wont be alive anymore.
She thought,
some will cry, some will sympathize,
some might take a day to move on,
while some might take lifelong.
How hard would it be,
for them to live without her.
Will the people whom she,
loves the most, cares about the most,
miss her with the same intensity?
Blood dripping from her head,
yet not a drop of tear rolling down her eyes.
She took a moment, is
knowing it was her last.
Eyes closed,
her body permitting her,
her last breath.
Finally she lay there, peacefully her life ended.
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Blackdawn
Short StoryThis is basically an anthology, which comprises of poems and tiny tales, regarding day to day life questions, situations and possibly how one is in need of light even in the darkest of the times.
