clinging to the remnants of perfection

like most do after they break it

not knowing which direction's the correct one

do i discard or remake it

Chapter I: Petals.

Outside, Rowan began to hear the sounds of the sky splitting asunder.

The pill bottle in her hand seemed to burn at the notion. Take me, they pleaded, take me and end it. And oh, how she so wanted to. She wanted to uncap the bottle and down the pills like a glass of water; nothing would feel better than lying down and closing her eyes for the very last time – and the most comforting thought was that once she did, the world would not stop spinning the moment her existence did.

Her gaze dropped down to her occupied hand, and she felt miles and miles away as her shaking fingers worked away the cap that was just one more barrier between her and the oblivion she sought. With a satisfying pop, the white top flipped out of her hold and rolled under the bed. The small, white capsules smiled up at her, and she wanted to smile back but a kiss seemed more appropriate.

The pills were scentless, but just for a little, tiny second, she thought they smelled like flowers. It was a nice thought, but as she tipped the bottle back against her lower lip the flowers wilted and turned bitter on her tongue. She forced herself to down the first one, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to imagine little petals dissolving on her tongue.

As one petal turned to five and five turned to ten, it began to get easier. They slipped down her throat without hitch, one after the other – one after the other – two, that time – another, and another, and another. Memories of a life passed and a perhaps'd future drifted through her mind, but as the last petal began its journey down her esophagus, they all sank in the sea she had once sank in, too.

The bottle slipped from her fingers, and she let her eyes slip shut. The world was blotched with black and white and a flurry of other colors that were unrecognizable, and she began to worry that the world was bleeding for her. It made her want to scream – scream so loud that everyone in town would hear, because the world was made for people who had reasons. "St…stop…" She mumbled, and the soft confines of the carpet beneath her embraced her warmly.

The textured ceiling, blotched with color, began to fade and soon there was nothing. The world had bled into her eyes, presenting to her the dark ends and perhaps soon, the light ends (if there were any). The sounds of rain outside became far away and distorted, and she tasted the crimson of blood on her lips before everything seemed to shut down.

As the universe paled, something inside of Rowan rung like a taut guitar string.


Tori's Note: this is a piece I've had for a while. I'm not sure when I'll write (or post) the second chapter, but I'm positive I will. I'm not a big fan of the Twilight Franchise, but I do like the concept of the wolves. So, yeah. I hope you like it and want more.

*let me know if there are any grammatical or spelling mistakes

KnT