Just wrote this…it’s dark, don’t read if you can’t deal with a woman being murdered from a first person perspective…
She danced through rooms like on air, her curvaceous smile a poison for all men,
she enticed them with her laugh, she remembers those times
She watched the trees as they slowly drifted from left to right, noting how many leaves would fall as they did so
The night clubs, the parties filled with youth, her ilk, she detested the old, they were lost life, live like there is no tomorrow was her motto
Somewhere she hears barking, it made her think of her childhood…
Her parents were old, almost 60 when she hit her mid teens, they never understood her
She refused to understand them, they were ancient, out of touch, she was the future
She would change the world, she knew it… could feel it in her youthful bones that never creaked nor cracked
She tries to move, and feels something crack,
pain….
She tries to remember….
Movement somewhere behind… her eyes blur…the dog barks with a more insistent tone
Each job was for losers; she was better than that, better than them…
She was the future
Her curves, her eyes blazing with life… an instrument to capture men
The future, she was certain…
A wind picks up as a sound like metal upon metal breaks the sudden silence of her mind
It felt damp… this wasn’t right
A party… she was at a party
Her future…. Her husband to be
His smile worked his magic faster than hers could…
His eyes as blazing as hers… she knew…
The future was now
They talked all night…
All night?
She noticed off to the left the sky looked bright… yes… all night
Why did she feel damp?
She tried to move her hands to wipe her face clean, and couldn’t
She felt tired
Her face was moist… it felt heavy
Why heavy?
A dream…
The trees creak bringing her back, they sway in perfect unison
She finds it strange that they are all perfectly the same
Dropping the same leaves…
She thinks back to her parents
Sometimes at night she would wonder what they were doing
Still alive?
She doubted it… old people…
Dead in Florida she had decided several years ago
While preparing for another party
Her legs started to feel heavy as confusion began to set in
She suddenly remembered her dog Clancy
This had to be a dream… Clancy was long dead like her parents
A dog she loved for a time, then became a hindrance, ignored enough to run into the road, and be killed
Stupid dog
To put yourself in the direct path of death
Her hips grew heavy
She tried to wake with little success
She remembered when she had sleep paralysis an ex would wake her as she screamed
Why wasn’t he trying to wake her now?
Where was he?
Sleeping, leaving her to lay in hell?
He will be gone in the morning
Never to return…
Ex…
She looks up, and sees stars
She would never pay them any attention
Why?
There were dead, a nothing in her life, something to make love to under nothing more
They seemed brighter than usual, not the normal dull she has always been use to
A bright blazing explosion of peppered light, something her eyes had been compared to by so many men
It never flattered her, but she would pretend it did to garnish a few extra drinks before the evening got started
Her stomach felt heavy
She thought back to when she woke as a child, screaming
Her father had given her his grandmother’s blanket that she had made, it was heavy, too heavy for her, she had hated it and told him without hesitation
It smothered her, she felt like she was being buried alive, and had lived since in fear of that
She never saw his gesture for its true value
Besides it smelled of mothballs and death
She never met her grandparents on either side, so why would she ever care about some hideous blanket some old bitch had made when she was poor?
She had waited for her parents to leave once then burned it out in the backyard
Never once understanding her fathers tears
Her chest felt heavy
The trees where harder to see now, and one of them had vanished…
Where did it go?
Her confusion began to increase as she tried to move her legs to no avail
Suddenly she could smell cigarettes, the smoke drifted across her senses
She was still at the club… she had to be…
Her chest became constricted, her breathing harder and harder
She looked up finally looking into her futures eyes
Blazing brighter than she had remembered
He kneeled down looking deep into her eyes
Smiling
She could see his love for her, she could smell it, like a room after sex
Her breathing steadied, it was paralysis, he had woken her up
His face suddenly turned, those blazing eyes grew black
Standing he dropped his cigarette on her chest
She tried to scream, yet found nothing
Her breathing had become shallow without her realizing
Something was not right
The stars while still bright had become fewer
A lone tree now stood…
Her panic tried to erupt
Splitting tape from bleeding lips, as her throat fill with soil
The tree disappeared
She tried to search for the stars one last time
Eyes blazing blue to the darkened skies
One last time
As her world filled with moist darkness
The heavy blanket covered her now completely
Smothering her
She drifted back to her room
Hoping to break through her grandmothers home made blanket
Ready to burn it a second time
Cold grips
Darkness embraces
The moistness of the soil slides where it can as she struggles to find her pillows
Shaking her head to wake up she opens her eyes
Into those blazing blue eyes
They fill with cold wet soil
As she tries to scream one last time
Then silence covers her
Soil settles
As the sound of a car drives away, music playing out into the woods
For the wolves to hear
The night still young…
so many bars filled with blazing blue eyes…
While her parents sit at home
Always wondering
Where their little girl had gone
Always hoping she would find herself
Returning one day
Knowing she wouldn’t
Like her dog
Racing out into the street
Never fully understanding
The dangers once you step off the curb…