Hello hello hello! Sadly... lack sleep and when I finally found time to fall asleep... this popped ip into my head. So I got my butt out of bed and started at it around 4am in the morning.
I would like to give a special thank-you to one of my closest friends, Zee Christow... for giving me the idea for the name: Dash Darling
Warning: there is swearing... suicidal bullshit and much more.
Dash Darling
Alana Immortal. Her hair cut short at the back of her delicate head, one which had unforgettable memories and suicidal thoughts. The kind that no such man could understand nor save… her bangs long, straight with dashes of crimson red through and through hung low in her pale face. Her eyes, icy blue, cold hearted and alone, she could not cope with the rest of the world.
The sixteen year old started off as a happy-go-lucky teen. She was content and couldn't point even one flaw with herself or about anyone close to her. She lived upon her humble abode with her only brother, Dash.
Cry, my sweet angel. You know he'll never come back. He's gone, Alana, he has gone to a better place. Don't be afraid anymore. Your love for him is strong. Although you are broken, don't forget where I come in.
In no time, Alana faded away. She crumbled beneath the Earth's surface long before she realized where she had placed herself in this cruel world. No one could save her at this point. All her dear brother could do was cook and clean up after her… the blood stains on every thread of clothing or the vomit on the bathroom floor. No one could hurt more, than Dash could.
"If anything, when I saw my very own Alana, as she fell to her knees, it killed me more then she could kill herself." Dash wrote in his journal the night when Alana learned how to tie a noose.
All you have to do is stand here, on this counter top, don't focus on the ground below you, that will for sure ruin your concentration, loop the noose around your neck. Slowly, let go, let go of everything. Give up on everyone. Take a deep breath and step off the counter tops. And do not forget to jump into the gaping hole before your eyes.
In awe, of course, Dash stood there. What could he do anyway? Any sudden movement, Alana would have walked off either way; the suicide mistake would have looked otherwise. Dash would have never been able to manage the situation.
"Dash, is that your real name?" He was asked.
Dash! Save me, save me from this lie. Save me from these thoughts. Dash Darling, I love you so. Please, help me. Help me, brother, Dash Darling. She falls fast; landing hard. Her tears; they turn to glass as they crash to the tile floors. Her body grows limp as she drifts away.
"There was nothing you could do, Darling." They told him.
He made it out of the darkness. The boy awoke from his nightmare. Scanning his jail cell for some clothing, he slowly inched his way out of the cot he was given for rest. Horrified, he looked across the cell to see a dead body; he burped leading him to hold his stomach, swallowing the vomit and he looked away.
"There's a body in my cell." He spoke into a microphone drilled to the brick wall above his bed side table.
He begged for her presence as he seemed to fade, she only grew further away. The daylight disappears and he's afraid he may have lost her, he waits in the rain. She whispers her last request; do not forget me, Dash Darling. He bursts into tears' he crashes and burns.
"My name is Crimson October; I have been instructed that I should take you to my humble abode." Crimson, a young mother of two, in her early twenties, laughed.
Welcome to my humble abode, Alana. Do you like it? Her laugh shrieked through his mind every time. It was hard to forget her laugh.
"Dash… Dash Darling, that name, it is so beautiful. Dash," The strange, yet so intimate, female tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, "Please, come with me."
Crimson, like the blood that dripped onto the bathroom floor; the shapes of the splatter which he often compared to clouds in the sky, he gulped at the sight of his sister, hung by her very own death from his kitchen ceiling.
"You can sleep here for now, but don't worry; this is temporary until I can afford a bed for you." Crimson looked him up and down, the dirt on his knees she must have wanted to dispose of him because of the dirt on his knees.
The dirt that he tracked through her humble abode; he would dwell upon his mistake for the rest of the night. This, only giving him the excuse to roam her peaceful residence and sleep- sleepless nights to come, he looked back up at her and smiled, "Just call me, Dash."
Good night, Dash Darling, I love you. I love you more than the stars love the galaxy. If only he knew what that meant…