Edited by Joyfulness at 2017-3-12 09:19
Ok this is a story I wrote, I kinda suck at writing but please bear with me...
Ashes of Glitter
She gazed intently at the photo, her hands delicately tracing the contours of the rusty metal frame. Her long wavy hair partly obscured her face. I searched the visible areas of her face for any trace of emotion; there was none. I could detect nothing from her blank, unreadable expression.
Then slowly, deliberately, she lifted the frame above her head, her hands clenched so tightly around the frame that her knuckles had turned white. Her hands were shaking; her face had finally found some emotion. I fell onto my knees. No. I stared at her rigid frame, begging her, silently pleading with her to look at me, listen to me. Then she did. Her eyes softened slightly as she took in my imploring eyes, my helpless stance.
Then she looked away. A hard sheen covered her piercing blue eyes as she looked back toward me. Her eyes were dead, like her soul inside. A cruel smirk lifted the corners of her mouth. Then her hands tightened again. No. I looked away as the deafening crash of the metal hitting the wall sounded in my eardrums. The glass tinkled innocently as it fell to the floor. The duet of the glass and metal resounded in my ears. No. Sobbing, my spirit finally shattered, just like the picture. “Get out!” I screamed at her, “Get out!”
I fell weeping into the comfortingly warm arms of the armchair. His armchair. I leaned into it, breathing in his scent, still clinging around the chair. I stayed there, curled up in a miserable heap, sobbing my heart out as tears streamed down my face, leaving glistening trails in their wake. I allowed the shutters of my eyes to close, blocking out the horrors of the world I was part of. I wanted the peaceful blackness to come, to overwhelm my mental consciousness, to sweep me far away in a torrential current, to bring its floodwaters to the shore of my mind, before the tsunami of despair looming on the horizon brought its destruction along. So I waited.
He lay there, deathly pale, face so bleached of colour that he resembled a ghost. I approached him slowly, tryingmy best to ignore the loud creak that sounded as my feet touched the wooden floorboards of the hospital room. Still, my efforts were in vain, judging by the way his eyelids fluttered open to reveal his empty eyes. He stared at me blankly for a moment, confusion lining his features, before recognition cleared his eyes.
“Sophie, come here.” He coughed hoarsely, as if those three words had cost yet even more of his life force. I obeyed, my footsteps weighing heavily on the floor. As I pulled up by his side, I found myself unable to summon up the strength to state the arguments that I had rehearsed yesterday. Instead, I found myself mumbling the reasons that I had so carefully thought out, to convince him to stay. A faint smile tinged his lips, though a great sadness lined his eyes. Unable to say any more, I whispered a faint plea. “Please.” He sighed softly. “I will have to say goodbye to you and your sister soon. I’m so sorry, Sophie, so sorry. Please, I hope you can forgive me.” I simply nodded, tears now clouding my eyes. “Look after your sister, look after Lettie, Sophie. She needs you to help her. Losing first your mother, then me, will hurt her more than you can imagine.” Mother. I barely remembered her, only known that she had been beautiful, and had loved me. I nodded again, tears now silently streaming down my cheeks. I reached for his wrinkled, pale hand.
“Goodbye, Father.” He nodded approvingly. A sob welled up in me, then I couldn’t stand it anymore. Loud sobs wracked out of my body as I broke down, the despair in my heart too hard to resist. I dropped his hand, before running out of the room, away, away from him. I saw my sister give me a brief, questioning glance, before I turned another corner. Tears continued their paths down my cheeks as I turned from one silent passage into another. I kept running.
Somebody coughed delicately, arousing me from my pitiful state. I blinked open my eyes before looking up, my face still blotchy from my most recent bout of crying. I looked at her, my eyes showing the despair she had inflicted in my spirit, my soul. I was surprised to find that she had finally dressed herself in black clothes, not so unlike my own. Black, like the mourning spirit of this house. A dark hood obscured her face.
She picked up the large black vase on the table and made to carry it, almost carelessly, under her arm as she walked, that insufferable swagger in her step, towards the front door. Yet, we both knew that what the vase contained was priceless, too important to lose or damage. Why? I mentally asked myself. I sifted through all the possibilities in my brain, desperately trying to find the answer. Then I knew, realised what she intended to do. I stared at her again, my wide eyes and open mouth betraying only some of my shock. “You coming, sister?” Her eyes were mocking, teasing, her tone insolent. I glared at her. “Well?” I nodded, unable to work my mouth to speak. My throat felt unbearably hoarse and dry. I got up from my position on the chair. We headed out the door slowly, Lettie swaggering, heading up the steep cliff path, each of us stuck in the furious tempests of our minds.
We stood at the crumbling edges ofthe cliff, on the edge of falling into the raging, wild ocean below, the ocean that could not be tamed. We stood there for a second more, taking in the sight before us. The vase tipped, pouring the ashes into the vast, never-ending sea, and so we threw the last handful of glitter into the ocean. Goodbye, Father. I really need help on this, plez give up any advice, I need it. Any help is appreciated XD
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