Love Hurts (Short Story)

 (Another short story found within  the files of my laptop. Enjoy.)

She sat stared out the icy window she was leaning on, watching the dark sky light just before rain. Pressing her face to the cold dark glass, she watched the eyes of the reflection staring back. It had been a while since she spent a night with just her reflection to keep her company. The voices living in her head made it hard to get time alone and harder to forget: but she wasn’t thinking about that tonight.

What she was thinking of was how much she should be sleeping. It had been a few weeks since she truly slept well. The bad headaches were starting again, she giggled at the irony that this summer should start like two years ago. Almost, the money was better that summer, sighing she tried to refocus her thoughts, sleep, time to sleep. She forced her body into relaxation, slowly her eyes closed. Her thoughts finally had stopped.

Suddenly, her door jerked open, in a not quite fluid motion she pulled out her hunting knife. “Chill, it’s me.” Lily’s voice sounded almost foreign to her tonight. Lily sat on her bed wearing cloth shorts and a shirt that swallowed her tiny frame. She wondered if Lily was dressed for comfort or to hide her newest weight or cut.

“Heard of knocking? Ever?” she knew she was snapping but this was supposed to be her night. She had actually wanted this alone; she needed it to sort out the mess that she was right now and to sleep.

“I miss you” Lily’s voice was so frail and small she almost was positive she had heard wrong. She blinked, Lily had been the one who left her and refusing to speak to her, she was caught in a whirlwind of being pissed, sad, and concerned. “Can I stay just one night? Please? Alice please? I just want to be here with you just to curl and sleep. Please? Alice…. please” Lily whispered.

Finding her voice, she whispered her eyes shut tight, “No. It would pull me away from my world”. She didn’t breathe again until her door clicked shut. Tears filled her eyes; sometimes doing what is truly best for those you love feels like killing yourself slowly she thought sadly as memories filled her mind, there goes sleeping…..

Untitled and unfinished

(Found hiding in my laptop files. I thought I'd share it.)

          Sliding into an empty park bench, she pulled out her pack of reds. In a fluid motion, she sprawled out and looked as comfy as if she were in her bed at home instead of a central city park at one in the morning. She lit the black lighter smoothly, bringing it up to the cigarette tucked between her lips. She took a deep drag and held it for just a moment enjoying the rich earthy taste and slight burn.

          She took another drag and tried to push the last few weeks from her thoughts. It did no good to dwell in the past. She pushed her dirty blonde hair out of her face. She sighed and watched a little girl play in the sand, her arms ached to hold the little girl she lost

Raine Snapshot #1

She pulled the slightly dusty hope chest out of her closet and unlocked it; inside were several outfits and a few bits of jewelry. Carefully, she picked out a pair of back torn cargo pants and low cut black tank top with sliver glitter. She first slid on fishnet tights and a dark gray lace trimmed camisole first and then layered on the other clothes. After tracing eyeliner around her eyes, she stared at a picture from around a year ago of four teenage girls taped to her bedroom mirror. They stood with arms looped around hips and shoulders, dressed in black and silver laughing. Sadly she tore her eyes from the picture of her past with a sudden wish she could fix the broken pieces that was left of that lost paradise, of what was home.  She pulled on an old pair of scuffed and worn combat boots and locked up her apartment behind her heading towards The Portal.

   As she walked the dirty streets she remembered the day the picture had been taken. It had been the last day of high school, a memory worth saving. So, they had posed, linking arms and laughing about their big plans. They were inseparable, happy, and hope filled. They were going to take on the world and win. If only we had... she thought as the pulsing beat from inside the club filtered through to her skin...