Silent Strings
I’ve never written anything quite like this before…..so some opinions would be very, very lovely to have. <3 It’s not fanfic either, it’s just some original writing…With an actual message to it, too? Why yes! I know, I’m amazed too. Also, this is written purely from my imagination and not from any sort of personal experience. I thought of it while trolling around the internet and reading some rather ugly things…People really disgust me sometimes. Anyway! *cough* Enjoy…..?
Footnote: 1: Mars’ glyph = This thing. I’m sure you have seen it before.
2: You guys remember those friendship bracelet things, right?
Title: Silent Strings
Rating: M
Words: 1041
Summary: Let God and the Devil take care of them.
Cora held up her hand and watched as the blood that was not her own dripped slowly down her wrist.
She knew most of them. Tommy her landlord’s son. Alan the mechanic. He had fixed her radiator once. There was Kevin and Billy, the McMahon twins. She had gone to school with them. Even Jared, the meek little librarian who spoke with a lisp, had blood splattered on his glasses. There were others that she had never seen before now, men whom she supposed did not even know the name of the person they had killed in this little swatch of the park. Not that they would care about such a thing.
She didn’t understand how they could have done something so horrible to someone so beautiful.
Cora laid her head in her hands and let the memories of the dead wash past her conscious.
She saw herself and Charles Bachmeier sitting in the middle of the neighbor’s overgrown pastures. She saw a blue heart broken in two and a heard the whispered promise of a friendship that would never end as the voices of a wrathful father and distraught mother called their only son’s name.
Then a meek child died along with his parents, and in his place was born a wounded and shyly confident beauty.
A beautiful talent grow out of an oppressed youth. A flower that bloomed from a family of choking weeds, a delicate rose that liked to wrap itself in modest black dresses and blossomed to volumes of deliciously dark tales and the sound of classical music.
It was a rare case of a childhood promise withheld, even in the face of prejudice and ridicule. They gladly bled for one another, and more than in just the figurative sense. Even when they had no one else, they always knew they had one another.
Cora saw herself sitting at the piano while Charlotte played her violin, and she been so entranced by her friend’s playing that her fingers had stopped moving across the keys. With a titter and a small smile, Charlotte had chastised her. They were a team after all, how could they compete if Cora couldn’t even keep her head on the music in front of her? She saw a packed university theater, a standing ovation and a monetary prize for both of them to split, but she also saw Charlotte walking around with a black eye and split lip. She saw her dearest friend in the hospital, recovering from being beaten almost to death with her own violin case.
She only wished she had walked Charlotte home that evening. For the longest time she thought she could have done something to spare her friend some pain, but now she saw that it would have only been the same, and she began to wail again.
Nearly a year went by in the blink of her eye, the fall of a single tear upon a bloodied dress.
She saw the club they had gone to. Black walls and black lights, melancholy music and smiling faces. She saw herself and Charlotte walking back to their apartment building through the community park, and then there was screaming and blood, so much blood….
Kevin and Billy had pinned Cora against a tree as the others threw Charlotte on the ground and started to beat her. It just wasn’t fair.
No fair at all. Especially not when Tommy pulled out that knife. Mars’ glyph1 was carved into her chest and her dress was torn open and she castrated, and they had let Cora go just in time for her to watch the light leave Charlotte’s eyes, her body quivering with small convulsions as she bled like a stuck pig.
And those men, those damned boys, those heartless and inhuman bastards, had been laughing.
Now all Cora saw was Charlotte laying dead in the grass. And somewhere there was a violin with silent strings harboring a wondrous melody that world would never hear. And somewhere there was a gentle soul that had left the world far too soon.
“You bastards,” she hissed. “All of you, all of you…..are horrible people!”
She got to her feet to face them, and some of them quickly ran back into the trees and away from the scene. But that bastard son stayed and so did the twins and the librarian.
“And you’re a fucking freak just like him,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Look at you.”
Fishnets ripped at the knee. A modest skirt, a black sweater and boots up to her knee. There were plenty of freaks in this little section of the park, and neither the normally meek pianist nor the dead violinist was among them.
Cora had never felt so much anger. She was crying but her fists were shaking with rage, and she wanted to scream when she saw that knife still in that bastard son’s hand, dripping with Charlotte’s blood. She wanted to lunge at him and take that knife and drive it into his belly---
Cut him up and make him pay, make them all pay, and she would have done it, she would have done it and probably gotten herself killed if it was not for the pressure that fell on her shoulder and the familiar voice in her ear.
What will happen to you then? You won’t go to Hell for me. Let God take care of them.
And then the voice and the slight pressure on her shoulder disappeared with the breeze, and Cora’s legs failed her. She fell to the ground and crawled on hands and knees to Charlotte, taking that poor corpse into her arms and laying her head upon that mangled flesh. Charlotte’s blood streaked across her cheek and in her hair, but she didn’t care---
The broken blue heart wrapped around Charlotte’s wrist was stained with blood, and soon Cora’s half matched2.
She screamed and screamed. She could hear their footsteps in grass, ready to silence her forever. But the sirens started whirring and blue light seeped through the trees, and Cora was alone with the dead.
She found that reality was becoming very hard to hold on to. The strings were silent in this reality, but in the next they would play on. She could hear them. The piano would join them when the time was right. Not now.
"I’m sorry, so sorry….and thank you."
She smiled as the world fell away.
Let God and the Devil take care of them.
Footnote: 1: Mars’ glyph = This thing. I’m sure you have seen it before.
2: You guys remember those friendship bracelet things, right?
Title: Silent Strings
Rating: M
Words: 1041
Summary: Let God and the Devil take care of them.
Cora held up her hand and watched as the blood that was not her own dripped slowly down her wrist.
She knew most of them. Tommy her landlord’s son. Alan the mechanic. He had fixed her radiator once. There was Kevin and Billy, the McMahon twins. She had gone to school with them. Even Jared, the meek little librarian who spoke with a lisp, had blood splattered on his glasses. There were others that she had never seen before now, men whom she supposed did not even know the name of the person they had killed in this little swatch of the park. Not that they would care about such a thing.
She didn’t understand how they could have done something so horrible to someone so beautiful.
Cora laid her head in her hands and let the memories of the dead wash past her conscious.
She saw herself and Charles Bachmeier sitting in the middle of the neighbor’s overgrown pastures. She saw a blue heart broken in two and a heard the whispered promise of a friendship that would never end as the voices of a wrathful father and distraught mother called their only son’s name.
Then a meek child died along with his parents, and in his place was born a wounded and shyly confident beauty.
A beautiful talent grow out of an oppressed youth. A flower that bloomed from a family of choking weeds, a delicate rose that liked to wrap itself in modest black dresses and blossomed to volumes of deliciously dark tales and the sound of classical music.
It was a rare case of a childhood promise withheld, even in the face of prejudice and ridicule. They gladly bled for one another, and more than in just the figurative sense. Even when they had no one else, they always knew they had one another.
Cora saw herself sitting at the piano while Charlotte played her violin, and she been so entranced by her friend’s playing that her fingers had stopped moving across the keys. With a titter and a small smile, Charlotte had chastised her. They were a team after all, how could they compete if Cora couldn’t even keep her head on the music in front of her? She saw a packed university theater, a standing ovation and a monetary prize for both of them to split, but she also saw Charlotte walking around with a black eye and split lip. She saw her dearest friend in the hospital, recovering from being beaten almost to death with her own violin case.
She only wished she had walked Charlotte home that evening. For the longest time she thought she could have done something to spare her friend some pain, but now she saw that it would have only been the same, and she began to wail again.
Nearly a year went by in the blink of her eye, the fall of a single tear upon a bloodied dress.
She saw the club they had gone to. Black walls and black lights, melancholy music and smiling faces. She saw herself and Charlotte walking back to their apartment building through the community park, and then there was screaming and blood, so much blood….
Kevin and Billy had pinned Cora against a tree as the others threw Charlotte on the ground and started to beat her. It just wasn’t fair.
No fair at all. Especially not when Tommy pulled out that knife. Mars’ glyph1 was carved into her chest and her dress was torn open and she castrated, and they had let Cora go just in time for her to watch the light leave Charlotte’s eyes, her body quivering with small convulsions as she bled like a stuck pig.
And those men, those damned boys, those heartless and inhuman bastards, had been laughing.
Now all Cora saw was Charlotte laying dead in the grass. And somewhere there was a violin with silent strings harboring a wondrous melody that world would never hear. And somewhere there was a gentle soul that had left the world far too soon.
“You bastards,” she hissed. “All of you, all of you…..are horrible people!”
She got to her feet to face them, and some of them quickly ran back into the trees and away from the scene. But that bastard son stayed and so did the twins and the librarian.
“And you’re a fucking freak just like him,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Look at you.”
Fishnets ripped at the knee. A modest skirt, a black sweater and boots up to her knee. There were plenty of freaks in this little section of the park, and neither the normally meek pianist nor the dead violinist was among them.
Cora had never felt so much anger. She was crying but her fists were shaking with rage, and she wanted to scream when she saw that knife still in that bastard son’s hand, dripping with Charlotte’s blood. She wanted to lunge at him and take that knife and drive it into his belly---
Cut him up and make him pay, make them all pay, and she would have done it, she would have done it and probably gotten herself killed if it was not for the pressure that fell on her shoulder and the familiar voice in her ear.
What will happen to you then? You won’t go to Hell for me. Let God take care of them.
And then the voice and the slight pressure on her shoulder disappeared with the breeze, and Cora’s legs failed her. She fell to the ground and crawled on hands and knees to Charlotte, taking that poor corpse into her arms and laying her head upon that mangled flesh. Charlotte’s blood streaked across her cheek and in her hair, but she didn’t care---
The broken blue heart wrapped around Charlotte’s wrist was stained with blood, and soon Cora’s half matched2.
She screamed and screamed. She could hear their footsteps in grass, ready to silence her forever. But the sirens started whirring and blue light seeped through the trees, and Cora was alone with the dead.
She found that reality was becoming very hard to hold on to. The strings were silent in this reality, but in the next they would play on. She could hear them. The piano would join them when the time was right. Not now.
"I’m sorry, so sorry….and thank you."
She smiled as the world fell away.
Let God and the Devil take care of them.