Shattered *ON HOLD*

Flames of Evil

Narrator/ Lindsey's friend Luke

Lindsey slept until noon that day, at least that's what everyone thought. Her hair was ruffled and knotted. She didn't remove her make-up last night, and it stained her pillow. Streaks of black lines streaked along her face, dried tears. Lindsey was still in her clothes when the door opened. Her mom ran into her room and began shaking her awake. Lindsey's body lay still, her mom began panicking and quickly called the ambulance.

Though it didn't take a specialized person to state that Lindsey was dead. She had been taking illegal drugs for over 3 years, her body was damaged, besides she developed HIV from the needles she had used. Unwise, some would say but I don't. I think it was not her fault she was an addict. Lindsey tried to escape her own way. I blamed myself for not realizing it. We went on so many walks, so many times I held her hand and I haven't been clever enough to notice the needle spots on her arms. Her veins showed through and she was quite thin, but she always has been. Such a jerk of me. And I called mys

The pathologist report was as expected. Lindsey had been taking heroine and some other illegal drugs, she has been an addict. The police has searched her room, belongings and the school has been informed immediately. It hurt to look at the grim reaction of her fellow students and teachers, as if disgusted. I felt anger building up in me but luckily I controlled it.

In her desk they found four needles, some old packaging and clear plastic bags with white powder. It came with a shock to everyone that Lindsey is dead. She was only 16, whole life ahead of her. So many more things to discover, to live through, so many more tears and magical moments to remember.

"Lindsey was special, she has always been. In my heart she is still alive. I never thought she would end like this. She has lightened every day of my life, from her first word to now. I regret that her father can't be here with us today..." Her mom sobbed through her funeral speech. Her jet black dress ruffled by the wind. Her eyes glistening with tears, her lips stained red from biting them. Some of  Lindsey's friends from school showed up and  payed condolences to her family and went off to grieve that their friend is not here anymore. But how real were the tears? 

"It's not good-bye Lindsey. It's not." That's all I whispered before I broke down into river of tears. Although I knew well that she was no longer present. And then she was gone, they took her away to the cemetery. Her ice cold body covered in white cloth. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, dreaming maybe...

Lindsey's POV:

It felt like falling, a thousand meters down into the unknown. The ground slipping away from my feet, darkness surrounding me and the tunnel kept going. On the walls there were pictures and moments, I didn't dare to remember. Moments that I could never have possibly lived. I looked at them in shock, unable to produce a words or any kind of reaction. I felt dizzy from spinning for so long, I closed my eyes and let gravity consume me. It felt like forever, but eventually I managed to fall unconscious.

I woke up. I felt stiff and tired. I lay on hard ground. I fluttered my eyelids open, but closed them immediately. The light was blinding me. I could see the veins in my pink eyelids. I tried to open my eyes again. This time before me stood a figure. The figure was dressed in a long white gown, that didn't expose their feet. The figure has stretched a hand towards me.

I took it gladly and standing up I saw the beautiful wings stretching to the left and right of the figure. They were so big, each feather looking incredibly perfect, pointing in the correct direction. The figure had no face. Blank. I wasn't expecting that so I stepped backward. I stumbled and realized I was on the edge of a cliff. I didn't see that either.

I hunched so that I could get a better view of the hole, I couldn't see the ground, I breathed deeply, terrified but my voice echoed from the walls of the cliff. I looked once again and saw something that looked like a flame.

Then it struck me. I was one step away from falling to hell. I took a step forward, gaining my balance again, I opened my mouth to say something but I just couldn't find the right words. I let the figure, that looked like an angel, lead me through the halls. I dared to glance back one more time, and I swear I  heard an evil chuckle echoing from the walls of the cliff. Was that a hallucination? My vision was blurred and I felt weak inside, drained out of life.  I felt terribly lonely and scared. Everything could happen now, but I didn't care, I had no choice.

(Luke's flashback)

Every night Lindsey's laugh filled my mind, the delicate quiet chuckle, almost a whisper. Her eyes the dazzling almond colour, her thin lips and incredibly sharp long eyelashes. Her hair in a loose braid, messes up by the wind, her battered old jacket and hunting boots. I admired her carelessness, her attitude. She never answered questions she was asked. And I loved her, but I never had the courage to tell her. We grew up together, knew each other too well to keep secrets, but yet she, managed to slip past me like a ghost. How could I not see her uneven pupils, her pale skin getting even paler... I blamed myself for her death, because I could have prevented it. I have failed.

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