Injustice is the Norm
It is well within reason that this is a oneshot and I will not continue this.
It is also within reason that I make something out of this, though I may not post it here.
It depends on how I feel tomorrow after school when I come home and realize, "Whoa, that wasn't a dream, I really wrote and posted a story."
Here we go.
Finnian stood tall among the bodies scattered around her. Some were already dead; some were dying. Finnian could tell which was which easily.
Some might still be alive and thriving right now if something had been done differently. Finnian couldn’t quite as easily tell which of the bodies had a chance. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know this one, though, as she may be longing to go back and change things if she did.
Finnian took a few steps forward through the field of corpses. A pointy left heel drew out a desperate moan from one body. She turned around to take a closer look.
“Ah,” she whispered, recognizing it immediately. This was the first one she planned to rid herself of. This was actually the one she’d put off the longest, and so she would begin with it.
Raising a foot, Finnian took a moment to think. She could hold her foot up for as long as she wanted. She had all the time in the world. This body didn’t. If she didn’t step on it now, it would soon wither away on its own like a good deal of them had.
A tiny pang of guilt tried to shoot in through her skull, but she wouldn’t allow it. That wasn’t the point right now. She didn’t feel guilty. She’d tried to make herself feel guilty, but it hadn’t worked. She stood there, shamelessly holding her foot above the body’s head, ready to crush it at any moment.
Finnian put her foot down-not on the body’s head, but on the cool, damp ground. This really wasn’t the place for heels. She didn’t care. She wasn’t about to start caring.
Now she looked around her, at all the bodies. The dead ones couldn’t look at her if they wanted to, simply because they were dead. Even if they could look around, they wouldn’t see much. They still had their eyes of course; they were simply poked full of holes. Not much seeing could be accomplished with those eyes, dead or alive.
Finnian would cringe if she missed what the bodies had once been. She’d cherished them all at one point or another, she was sure, but now none of them seemed to have any worth. They were always there when she closed her eyes, but they had ceased to mean anything to her. These were her relationships, past and present. None of them had lasted.
A pained sigh. It didn’t come from Finnian. She quickly cast her eyes downward to the body, feeling vaguely surprised.
“I suppose I’ve been putting it off for too long,” Finnian murmured. She lifted her foot again. She was fairly sure it would make an empty squishing sound when she brought her foot down. Now time to test it.
Then she opened her eyes and faced a friend of about three years. She parted her lips, now prepared to answer this person.
“Yes, that is exactly what I mean, darling. We are done.”
Squish.
It is also within reason that I make something out of this, though I may not post it here.
It depends on how I feel tomorrow after school when I come home and realize, "Whoa, that wasn't a dream, I really wrote and posted a story."
Here we go.
Finnian stood tall among the bodies scattered around her. Some were already dead; some were dying. Finnian could tell which was which easily.
Some might still be alive and thriving right now if something had been done differently. Finnian couldn’t quite as easily tell which of the bodies had a chance. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know this one, though, as she may be longing to go back and change things if she did.
Finnian took a few steps forward through the field of corpses. A pointy left heel drew out a desperate moan from one body. She turned around to take a closer look.
“Ah,” she whispered, recognizing it immediately. This was the first one she planned to rid herself of. This was actually the one she’d put off the longest, and so she would begin with it.
Raising a foot, Finnian took a moment to think. She could hold her foot up for as long as she wanted. She had all the time in the world. This body didn’t. If she didn’t step on it now, it would soon wither away on its own like a good deal of them had.
A tiny pang of guilt tried to shoot in through her skull, but she wouldn’t allow it. That wasn’t the point right now. She didn’t feel guilty. She’d tried to make herself feel guilty, but it hadn’t worked. She stood there, shamelessly holding her foot above the body’s head, ready to crush it at any moment.
Finnian put her foot down-not on the body’s head, but on the cool, damp ground. This really wasn’t the place for heels. She didn’t care. She wasn’t about to start caring.
Now she looked around her, at all the bodies. The dead ones couldn’t look at her if they wanted to, simply because they were dead. Even if they could look around, they wouldn’t see much. They still had their eyes of course; they were simply poked full of holes. Not much seeing could be accomplished with those eyes, dead or alive.
Finnian would cringe if she missed what the bodies had once been. She’d cherished them all at one point or another, she was sure, but now none of them seemed to have any worth. They were always there when she closed her eyes, but they had ceased to mean anything to her. These were her relationships, past and present. None of them had lasted.
A pained sigh. It didn’t come from Finnian. She quickly cast her eyes downward to the body, feeling vaguely surprised.
“I suppose I’ve been putting it off for too long,” Finnian murmured. She lifted her foot again. She was fairly sure it would make an empty squishing sound when she brought her foot down. Now time to test it.
Then she opened her eyes and faced a friend of about three years. She parted her lips, now prepared to answer this person.
“Yes, that is exactly what I mean, darling. We are done.”
Squish.