Bye Bye Beautiful.
The light of the sunset faded behind the trees on the distant hills, looking like eyes closing against the sight that it had previously illuminated. The girl watching the fading light looked back at her lap and the dead weight in it, a sleeping teen about the same age as she. For a moment she wondered why she was crying, then she blinked and the peacful sleeping face in her hands was twisted. A new wave of tears choked her and blocked the angished sobs that she wanted to scream out to the world.
He was dead, his throat slashed, his blood splatered on his face, still soaking into his shirt, dripping down the sleeve onto his hand and dripping steadily into the puddle on the floor between her feet. She saw the blood on her hands, her pant's her snow-white sleeves, but somehow it still didn't seem like his, it was someone elses, anyone elses, anyones but his. She didn't want to belive it, wouldn't accept that he was gone.
She gently slapped his cheek, whispering his name, begging him to wake, the tears pouring down her face, washing away the dried blood from previous attempts to dry her tears. She felt like there was a rope around her neck, cutting off the air flow so that her voice came in choking sobs, each word seeming to rip her heart and mind open further. Offf in the distance, the daily toll of the church bells seemed new and final.
The sound of a flower head falling onto the wooden table in the other room was magnified to her ears. She began to cry harder, now almost unable to see his face, however mutilated. She felt as if he'd cut her with a red-hot blade, searing his pain into her heart, if only she'd been more responsive, not so scared, he'd be here still.
She'd gambled, and lost something she had never had a right to claim as hers. She began to cry again, this time her aguished sobs rent the night, sending the birds into the air. She no longer cared about the blood on her face or hands, the couch, floor or her legs, she just wanted him back, alive and in her arms once more.
In his lifeless hand that had fallen to the floor was a peice of paper, stained red from the blood it lay in.
Did you ever hear what I told you?
Did you ever read what I wrote you?
Did you ever listen to what we played?
Did you ever let in what the world said?
Did we get this far just to feel your hate?
Did we play just to become only pawns in the game?
How blind can you be, don't you see?
You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting.
Bye Bye Beautiful.