Grace Redland was dead, yet still she walked the streets. Her raven-hair was styled in an unmoving and unchanging straightened pony-tail. He patent leather heels would forever be on her expertly made-up feet. Her heart shaped pendant would forever dangle on a golden necklace. Her golden loop earrings would eternally dangle from her pierced ears. A brilliant diamond and gold ring would be placed on her left ring finger forevermore. Her made-up beautiful face would remain forever in perfect place. Her multi-gem bracelet will never fall off her wrist. Her navy blue cocktail dress would hug her perfect curves forever.
In front of her there was a body that looked strangely like her. However it had a big bloody gash running across the neck. Blood flowed from the gash and soaked the dress on the body. Grace tried to reach down to a purse strewn near the body. Her hand seemed to go right through the purse in a wispy puff of smoke that became her hand once she was free of the purse.
Around her there were policemen, police cars, and an ambulance as the officers examined the body.
“Hello?! Can you help me?! I’m not sure what’s happened?” She asked to no one in particular. The questions fell on deaf ears as they hustled and bustled about their jobs. She looked around and tried desperately to grab onto someone, something.
Along with her tries and failures there were tears, sobs, and laments. “Why me? Why now? Why?! I was gonna get married in a few weeks… I’m here! I’m alive! I’m…I’m…I’m..I’m d-d-d-dead.” With that final statement she sunk to the ground and began sobbing hysterically. Sobs that would be unheard by anyone ever again.
Sometime later she picked herself off the ground and walked down the sidewalk she was making for before. Her heels clicked and clacked on the concrete sidewalks only to her. Her footsteps can still be heard on a quiet night. Feeling lost and confused, she just leaned on a pole and watched the seemingly empty streets before her as the odd drunk coming out of a bar walked past her without so much as a single glance in her direction.
“Can anybody effing hear me?!?!?!” She yelled out in a roar.
“Blow my ear off won’t you?” A young man said as he walked by.
No comments:
Post a Comment