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Friday, September 30, 2011

Fire Eyed Girl

The screaming was coming right at her, full force ahead with brute strength and unavoidable repercussions.

She was quite alone in her room, studying a spot on the ceiling for cracks she only imagined. Most times she felt it was the only place where she was really safe.

In your head, that's where it's safe.

Our faces split the coast in half was playing now. First track, for something new.

 Something old, something new, something's broken, just like you.

Tracing her toes on the tiles she felt the floor shake. It got faster and harder, a slight rumbling from beneath, fluctuating in intensity. But still everything stays in place. Violent tremors now. A rush down her spine. Mostly instrumental.

"Emily." he says abruptly, as if it were a declaration rather than a name. A form of address. Something she went by. But no, merely a statement.

"Get out of bed."

Again with the statements. Not even a suggestion. Not even a demand. A request, even. None of that for Tony. No way in hell.

He sat down next to her as the bed creaked beneath them. It didn't really, but that's what people use to describe sitting on a bed, and so she decided that was how it should be. Saying the bed creaked makes people believe what you say. She had decided this, just now.  

She looked into the mirror and thought she looked quite grand. Emily sighed extravagantly as she lay back in bed quite simply.

Elegance, my dear, is something you'll never have.

The shouting had stopped; it was almost a whisper now. Such malice.

He reached for her hand as she rolled over, just out of his reach. A slight smile played on her lips. Gold.

The sun was rising, announcing the arrival for the 28th hour she hadn't left her bed. Remarkable, surely.

You're gonna go far, kid.

While she listened intently to the bright future that lay ahead, Tony got up as abruptly as he had spoken. It had been the same thing for days. His patience, like Emily's body, was quickly running thin.

"I'm leaving."

Make it stop.

"I'm leaving you, Emily."

Final song comes on. It's all gonna break. Way to close an album. Couldn't be better.

He leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Her eyes everywhere but on him. He went for her forehead instead.

It's getting really dusty. The ceiling is falling, and the old man has stopped snoring.

His last kiss startled her as she looks at him, finally. She thinks she's calling out as his retreating back introduces itself to her as the first she's seen of him in this room. He really should've said something.

He really should've said something.

She looked into the mirror and thought she looked quite grand.

Emily sighed in defeat as she lay back in bed quite simply.

The screaming was coming right at her, full force ahead with brute strength and unavoidable repercussions.



This week's Indie Ink Challenge came from Shiv, who gave me this prompt: Elegance comes from simplicity. I challenged Jen O. with the prompt She had decided to start saying no.

5 comments:

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  2. I always like your writing. You have a brave, edgy voice.

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  3. @Amanda thank you so much. It's hard to write sometimes, but I'm so glad you appreciate it. xoxoxox

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