The soft silk wraps around her slim
figure, sliding down her body, falling down to her shimmering silver heels. The
dress breaks to form an elegant cut at her legs providing her with the glamour
of a red carpet night. The lace sleeves trickle down her arm resting at her
wrists. A beautiful yet innocent smile sneaks through her red lips and her long
brunette hair flows down the neck of the dress, playfully curling around each
other. The light brightens her face, highlighting each centimetre of the
gorgeously hand-crafted gown.
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| A moody photo of my pooch to accompany my story |
As the camera springs to life, the
entire room is encased in short bursts of light and her eyes glisten with ever
photo it takes. A sweet yet vulnerable smile branches across her face as she
releases a series of giggles, for somebody who has never stepped in front of a
camera before she has a sense of belonging there. The photos flash upon my
screen, each one nicer than the next. She had always wanted to be a model, so
creating a portfolio for her was something that just needed to be done.
It’s crazy that just hours later; we are standing in this most beautiful scenery, the picturesque landscape spreads from the ground at my feet reaching out to the soft clouds in the horizon. The delicate breeze brushes through my hair, pushing my jacket back to form wings as if I am about to take off and fly. Her incredible smile just adds to the beauty that surrounds us, reaching down to the bag at my side I pull out my camera and begin to take pictures once more, the rich deep blue of the sky delves into the vibrant green of the grass, emphasising each shade of red, yellow and pink of the flowers in the meadow.
“This is it” she mutters.
“What is?” I laugh.
“Where I want to go,” she smiles.
“I don’t understand, you are here now.” I ask confused.
“No, after.”
“Oh, okay.” I laugh hesitantly; still not quite understanding what it is that she means.
What’s crazy is, the more I think about it, the more I should of guessed. I mean, she did warn me, and now I am standing here with the picture of her laughing so much, enjoying herself, in that dress. That dress that I had to adapt to her figure so often because the weight was literally falling off of her.
She drops to the floor; muttering and mumbling as if she is arguing with someone. The fear winds me, rolling over my shoulders, dancing up and down my spine until it forms unnatural trickles down the entire length of my back. Her face fills with anger and fear, her voice getting ever so louder until it’s all I can hear. Terrified I remain in my spot, what should I do? She begins to howl like a deranged animal. Then her breath goes, her breath just goes, she lost it as easily as you lose your car keys. Her hands clawing the ground as if she is searching in a draw for those very keys, her breath. But I’m frozen, glued to the ground, why can’t I move? Why can’t I help her? Then it’s over, her body falls, her arms lifeless, release her and she falls.
It’s crazy that just hours later; we are standing in this most beautiful scenery, the picturesque landscape spreads from the ground at my feet reaching out to the soft clouds in the horizon. The delicate breeze brushes through my hair, pushing my jacket back to form wings as if I am about to take off and fly. Her incredible smile just adds to the beauty that surrounds us, reaching down to the bag at my side I pull out my camera and begin to take pictures once more, the rich deep blue of the sky delves into the vibrant green of the grass, emphasising each shade of red, yellow and pink of the flowers in the meadow.
“This is it” she mutters.
“What is?” I laugh.
“Where I want to go,” she smiles.
“I don’t understand, you are here now.” I ask confused.
“No, after.”
“Oh, okay.” I laugh hesitantly; still not quite understanding what it is that she means.
What’s crazy is, the more I think about it, the more I should of guessed. I mean, she did warn me, and now I am standing here with the picture of her laughing so much, enjoying herself, in that dress. That dress that I had to adapt to her figure so often because the weight was literally falling off of her.
She drops to the floor; muttering and mumbling as if she is arguing with someone. The fear winds me, rolling over my shoulders, dancing up and down my spine until it forms unnatural trickles down the entire length of my back. Her face fills with anger and fear, her voice getting ever so louder until it’s all I can hear. Terrified I remain in my spot, what should I do? She begins to howl like a deranged animal. Then her breath goes, her breath just goes, she lost it as easily as you lose your car keys. Her hands clawing the ground as if she is searching in a draw for those very keys, her breath. But I’m frozen, glued to the ground, why can’t I move? Why can’t I help her? Then it’s over, her body falls, her arms lifeless, release her and she falls.
A broken glass, shattering
on the floor.
“Am I crazy?” I cry. “Did my sanity slip away in that moment? Because that’s all I think about, when I close my eyes it’s all I see. I can’t sleep, because she is in my dreams, replaying that moment, I mean if you can’t dream, then what’s the point? I don’t think I can do this anymore. Was it my fault? Why didn’t I do anything?”
He just looks at me, emotionless.
“Say something,” I scream “say something.”
But he doesn’t, he just looks at me, scanning my face. I just sit there, helplessly. I feel myself slipping away, this isn’t me. That day changed me; I have never been the same again. Everyone blames me; they think I’m a liar or that I’m crazy. Lost my mind because of guilt but that’s not true. I swear it wasn’t. Am I going crazy? Did I do that to her? It wasn’t me! Yet I turn and I just ask him, not ask, I tell. I don’t want a reply.
“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror to see a reflection of somebody else? The moment you see your alter-ego in the looking glass, you are helpless and lost. Is it not just easier to let it win? If you lose, you lose yourself, your sanity and all things that make you unique. They say fear is the biggest challenge for any person, but why fear something which is inevitable? I guess that’s just something that makes us human, so tell me why am I not scared?”
“Am I crazy?” I cry. “Did my sanity slip away in that moment? Because that’s all I think about, when I close my eyes it’s all I see. I can’t sleep, because she is in my dreams, replaying that moment, I mean if you can’t dream, then what’s the point? I don’t think I can do this anymore. Was it my fault? Why didn’t I do anything?”
He just looks at me, emotionless.
“Say something,” I scream “say something.”
But he doesn’t, he just looks at me, scanning my face. I just sit there, helplessly. I feel myself slipping away, this isn’t me. That day changed me; I have never been the same again. Everyone blames me; they think I’m a liar or that I’m crazy. Lost my mind because of guilt but that’s not true. I swear it wasn’t. Am I going crazy? Did I do that to her? It wasn’t me! Yet I turn and I just ask him, not ask, I tell. I don’t want a reply.
“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror to see a reflection of somebody else? The moment you see your alter-ego in the looking glass, you are helpless and lost. Is it not just easier to let it win? If you lose, you lose yourself, your sanity and all things that make you unique. They say fear is the biggest challenge for any person, but why fear something which is inevitable? I guess that’s just something that makes us human, so tell me why am I not scared?”
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So basically I discovered one of my old short stories I had written when I was into writing that kind of stuff and just thought it would be something different to share with you. Feel free to tell me what you think in the comments below.
All my love,
Abbie-June x
I love this story, every time I read it, I am amazed at how well written it is. I could imagine this being the prologue to a detective novel where the protagonist ends up going into a deep depression, then after a few years new evidence arrives and it turns out foul play is involved, so he goes on a hunt to find answers or die trying.
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