October Breeze
Well tonight I was randomly inspired to write a short story. It's quite sweet and simple... Well maybe not but it certainly is short. I'm sure I will edit this in the near future but for now this is all my mind could muster. Enjoy!
October Breeze
She walked down the dark street under her heavy black coat with clenched fists and odd thoughts clouding her mind. The tall trees around her sighed through the wind with pity. Leaves danced at her feet in an attempt to befriend her. All she noticed though was her head thumping and drumming, swelling with pain.
“What if he disappeared? It would all be better if he just went away.”
The mid October breeze gave her a chill up her spine. Her thoughts were terrible, but with all she had been put through they were almost forgivable. Not knowing what to do with herself she broke into a full run down the empty street, until breath no longer reached her lungs. She bent over, practically hyperventilating, but exerting all that energy didn’t help her anger one bit.
Knowing nothing better to do with herself she made her way to the closest Dep and bought herself a forty. Her only logic behind this was that when she was drunk her anger melted away into depression. At this point all she wanted was for the anger to go away. Hating the taste of beer and only wanting the affect she chugged it before she reached the end of the block, and threw the bottle into the gutter, where her thoughts should have followed it.
As the alcohol started to kick in her anger did in fact depart, and her self pity found itself. A typical wailing drunkard in the streets according to anyone who saw her. According to her she was just a lost girl trying to find a way. A way to cope, a way to live, a way to solve her problems. She could no longer think clearly, and somehow in mindlessly walking she brought herself to the cemetery where her grandmother had been buried not too long ago. In her state she could not find the exact grave but begged for help from her lost loved ones as well as anyone other spirits who might have been wandering about.
“Help me, please. Hold me… Make my mind shut up! Christ I can’t take this anymore! HELP!”
Sobbingly she fell to the ground and pounded it with her fists from frustration. She was starting to sober up, just mildly, not enough to walk straight but enough to realize the fatigue of her body from walking several kilometres. She knew she had to venture towards home…
Wait what’s that? she thought. It wasn’t home. She had to walk towards where she was forced to live, the house which she shuddered at the thought of entering.
She was exiting the cemetery when she realized she had lost one of her precious silver earrings. Dropping to the ground in an attempt to find it, it became obvious to her that she would not be able to in such darkness, and especially since she didn’t know how long it had been gone. She stood up once more, a bit more frustrated than before, and headed towards the house.
Most of the way back was blurred. A mess of hideous ideas and rancid thoughts. When she was nearing the house but still a good ways away, she had noticed the barren train station. In her fatigue she found the steps in front to be quite comfortable and alluring. She decided to rest, and sat on the middle steps with her back against the rails and her feet outstretched across the same step she was sitting on. Her mind for just one moment became blank. And in that moment her consciousness checked out, and a deep sleep checked in.
She wasn’t sure exactly what time it was when she woke up, but she was wide awake and it was still pitch black. She was completely sober and had one goal in mind. She had figured it out, she knew what she had to do, and she rushed on her way to get it done.
Within minutes she was standing outside the house looking in the basement window with resentment. Her hands tightening in rage, she walked into the house, her supposed home. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before she walked out again.
She had done it.
A huge smile crossed her face which shone in the early sunrise. A new warmth she had never felt before filled her, and the morning sun brought an external warmth. She threw her heavy coat to the ground. Finally free of that beast inside. She walked, almost floated, away from the house as a new person.
Under her breath she said to herself “In a couple days they’ll find me and lock me up. Until then I can finally be free.”
Copyright © 2005 Evelyne Elenora
October Breeze
She walked down the dark street under her heavy black coat with clenched fists and odd thoughts clouding her mind. The tall trees around her sighed through the wind with pity. Leaves danced at her feet in an attempt to befriend her. All she noticed though was her head thumping and drumming, swelling with pain.
“What if he disappeared? It would all be better if he just went away.”
The mid October breeze gave her a chill up her spine. Her thoughts were terrible, but with all she had been put through they were almost forgivable. Not knowing what to do with herself she broke into a full run down the empty street, until breath no longer reached her lungs. She bent over, practically hyperventilating, but exerting all that energy didn’t help her anger one bit.
Knowing nothing better to do with herself she made her way to the closest Dep and bought herself a forty. Her only logic behind this was that when she was drunk her anger melted away into depression. At this point all she wanted was for the anger to go away. Hating the taste of beer and only wanting the affect she chugged it before she reached the end of the block, and threw the bottle into the gutter, where her thoughts should have followed it.
As the alcohol started to kick in her anger did in fact depart, and her self pity found itself. A typical wailing drunkard in the streets according to anyone who saw her. According to her she was just a lost girl trying to find a way. A way to cope, a way to live, a way to solve her problems. She could no longer think clearly, and somehow in mindlessly walking she brought herself to the cemetery where her grandmother had been buried not too long ago. In her state she could not find the exact grave but begged for help from her lost loved ones as well as anyone other spirits who might have been wandering about.
“Help me, please. Hold me… Make my mind shut up! Christ I can’t take this anymore! HELP!”
Sobbingly she fell to the ground and pounded it with her fists from frustration. She was starting to sober up, just mildly, not enough to walk straight but enough to realize the fatigue of her body from walking several kilometres. She knew she had to venture towards home…
Wait what’s that? she thought. It wasn’t home. She had to walk towards where she was forced to live, the house which she shuddered at the thought of entering.
She was exiting the cemetery when she realized she had lost one of her precious silver earrings. Dropping to the ground in an attempt to find it, it became obvious to her that she would not be able to in such darkness, and especially since she didn’t know how long it had been gone. She stood up once more, a bit more frustrated than before, and headed towards the house.
Most of the way back was blurred. A mess of hideous ideas and rancid thoughts. When she was nearing the house but still a good ways away, she had noticed the barren train station. In her fatigue she found the steps in front to be quite comfortable and alluring. She decided to rest, and sat on the middle steps with her back against the rails and her feet outstretched across the same step she was sitting on. Her mind for just one moment became blank. And in that moment her consciousness checked out, and a deep sleep checked in.
She wasn’t sure exactly what time it was when she woke up, but she was wide awake and it was still pitch black. She was completely sober and had one goal in mind. She had figured it out, she knew what she had to do, and she rushed on her way to get it done.
Within minutes she was standing outside the house looking in the basement window with resentment. Her hands tightening in rage, she walked into the house, her supposed home. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before she walked out again.
She had done it.
A huge smile crossed her face which shone in the early sunrise. A new warmth she had never felt before filled her, and the morning sun brought an external warmth. She threw her heavy coat to the ground. Finally free of that beast inside. She walked, almost floated, away from the house as a new person.
Under her breath she said to herself “In a couple days they’ll find me and lock me up. Until then I can finally be free.”
Copyright © 2005 Evelyne Elenora