interrobang
Empty chairs at empty tables...and my friends are dead and gone...
That song.
I used to love that song. I always admired its expressive sadness. But now...after the incident in August...it hits too close to home.
Tears fall, unbidden. I try to hide them; I wipe them away and pretend they don't exist.
The flame rushed up and engulfed my house.
I stood outside, shaking, staring at it in wide-eyed horror. Everything was being swallowed by the flame. The giant, unstoppable flame, roaring and whipping about and swaying in the wind. Everything I owned was inside that house.
I saw the flames in my room. Nothing was the same anymore.
The perfume dripped onto my fingers.
Lilac and lavender. The smell brought me back to the days of summer, the days of love and laughter...the days in which I was happy.
The day that all ended.
I was on a swing, playing with my friends. I swung up and down and up and down and felt the wind on my face. It was the best feeling in the world.
Then I fell.
A pillar of doom.
Apparently, this one pillar held all the power in the galaxy. It glowed green - was that what the townspeople had based their assumption on? I didn't know. But, anyway, he was supposed to take control of this pillar before the evil emperor did. Or something. He wasn't quite sure. Why did they decide to put all their trust in him without even giving him a decent briefing?
I dropped the pill into the glass of water and watched it slowly dissolve. A pink cloud formed around it and the pill became smaller and smaller as the pink lifted off and floated around it. I swallowed and braced myself for the taste. It was going to be unpleasant...
My hands are covered in grease.
It feels good to get into the engine and take things apart, after so long. It's been ages. It's strange, but I love doing this. Taking them apart and putting them back together. Making them my own. Fixing, healing, solving problems. Examining it.
I sat in the room, eyes closed, drifting off, floating away, letting go of my mind, waiting, just waiting, for the light to come.
I was alone. Nobody was there. Nobody existed but me.
Nobody.
I felt tears form and drip down my nose.
Printable birthday cards.
There were so many of them.
My little brother had somehow decided that he wanted to print out all the Arthur birthday cards on the website. Three times.
He was busily coloring them in now. They were all folded at strange angles, and some of them had clearly been stepped on. I couldn't help wondering whose birthday, exactly, he was planning to use these for.
I leaned over the kitchen sink, breathing heavily, staring at the splattered red liquid. This was the end. This was the sign that she was dying.
There was nothing she could do now but wait and endure the pain and the vomiting and hope that nobody would find her before it was too late.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
The raindrops pattered against the roof.
I lay in bead, eyes closed, trying not to think, trying to let my thoughts drift, trying to fall asleep...but it wasn't working. It kept coming back, the darkness, the thoughts I didn't want to have, the things I didn't want to remember.... They haunted me.