"This evening at 7:30 Pm there has been a hit and run. A local student has been found dead on Serenity La-"
The screen snapped black. I stared for a few seconds at my dim reflection. I wonder if you're watching over me right now?
"I'm sorry for the tears" I whispered alone. No one heard me. Isn't this the part where I start wailing and screaming on the ground? The neighbors will knock on the door and question me. That's how the movies go. Who do I tell? What do I do?
Not wanting to question my actions, I stood up, and walked to the nearby road. The clouds were a deep grey along with the rest of the world. My surroundings have gone monochrome, but my sanity isn't important right now. Twigs crunched under my heavy steps and leaves rustled against one another. I usually like the outdoors. It's a shame you will no longer be here with me to enjoy nature. I made a right. A car flashing by, or two. Usually I'd be more concerned, but my mind has gone black. There's one small idea that is resonating in the darkness. Now, a corpse laying in front of me.
I stepped over to your lifeless figure. Even when you're dead you're still beautiful. This is the calmest expression I've seen you have. You're body was so colorless compared to the pool of smeared blood below you. The red so fresh, and clear. Was you're last thought an apology, or was it of someone special? I can only tread aimlessly in my thoughts till I drown.
I hesitantly reached out for your pale hand. Cold as winter with no pulse on your wrist. I gently fumbled with you're fingers. I don't know what I was trying to get out of this. I wanted to see you one more time before they tear out your organs and embalm you. You're dead, there's the proof in front of my eyes.
I should go. I should leave and not come back. Will I love again? Will my heart belong to someone better, or through all my elder years will I reminisce on our kiss? I tightly gripped your hand, and wept like the crybaby I am. I stared into you through watery blurs. I don't think someone who's dead is supposed to look that fucking...pretty. I know it's true. My eyes, my hand, my ears, they've all sensed the same death. Your death. I didn't know you would die so easily.
Serenity Lane? How fitting for you. A serenity, but I see a fallen angel in front of me. Goodbye, Algea can save my tears.
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Short Stories/Orginal
General FictionThese are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm o...
