something wasn't right .
she could feel it in her chest .
she was nervous , anxious almost . . .
she went over the text in her head again and again .
it read " my escape won't be hard to clean up ."
what did that mean ?
Escape ?
what escape ? what was she running from ?
these thoughts stayed with her while she half heartedly did her job .
she impatiently waited on the last customer exactly 4
hours after she'd gotten the message .
she checked her phone for the flashing green light that signaled
a reply , but it wasn't there . .
she grabbed her keys , her coat and belted for the exit . .
the only thing louder than her boots slamming the pavement
was her heart's beating . . . getting louder by the second .
she hardly minded the patch of black ice that threw her to
the ground , she was too anxious to feel pain . she didn't even
mind the 30mph winds licking her bare flesh . . . all she wanted
was to get home to her .
the normal 6 minute drive took only seconds , it seemed . .
she burst through the front door and screamed her name
" SKY! "
all she heard back was the cruel cackle of deafening silence .
the house was completely empty a striking difference from
its normal lively , almost obnoxious , atmosphere .
she didn't know why but tears started to stream down her cheeks .
something wasn't right .
she took the 17 stairs so slowly , one by one ,
as if when she got to the top,
she'd meet her death .
But what she saw when she got to the top was worth
than the hooded figure carrying the scythe .
Her best friend's door was slightly open , music seeping through
the crack . . the song ? " Alice " by the Cocteau Twins .
With shaking hands and tears now falling freely from her eyes ,
she pushed open the door and found an extremely pale Sky , fast asleep .
She breathed a sigh of relief , but not before checking . . .
checking what ?
well , you see , her and Sky had a little game they used to play .
when they were young , they would fall asleep next to one another , sometimes
in each others arms .
oh , back to their game . well , there was a little girl in their class who lost her
mother. nobody knows how she died . they just knew she didn't wake up .
She and Sky would take turns placing their hands on each other's chest
to see if they were still breathing when sleeping .
Now , almost 13 years later , she walked , stumbled and fell . . . then crawled
to Sky's bed . With eyes too clouded with tears to see , she put her hand
on her chest and waited for her hand to rise up and down , but it didn't .
Her eyes opened wide , her voice , a shrill whisper . She touched Sky's face and it
was wet . She shook her head and laughed . No , there was no way in Hell .
This wasn't happening . . .
and then she saw it . . .
the auburn vial .
half its contents removed . . .
Skylehr Moore was the name on the label . . .
Her eyes which were normally a warm brown were now a deep black .
She couldn't walk , the weight of what she was afraid had taken place 4 hours
and 36 minutes ago was sitting on her chest , so she crawled towards the vial
and picked it up . the drugs named screamed back at her . . .
Zolpidem . For Insomnia .
and thats when they came . . .
the shrill , hoarse , piercing wails . . .
she fell to the ground . . . her insides raw and numb .
she didn't mind when the drawer's sharp edge met the back of her head
because it was then she plunged into darkness . . .
the shadows holding her like a baby . . .
the world was no longer in color . . . . it was . . .
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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