She Laughed
by Wicked Child
And so she laughed, because there was nothing left to do. Tears had finally lost their potency. long dried and useless. Screaming only made her hoarse and gave her a headache. So she laughed, because it was the last thing anyone expected, her included.
The looks she received didn't matter. None of it mattered really. What did matter? She didn't know, so she laughed. She said, rather gamely, "Congratulations." She smiled and she laughed and she joined everyone in their hearty celebration.
It confused him but she didn't care, because he didn't care and she knew that. She knew it with all her heart.
Questions of why were left dormant because she knew they would never be answered, and at some point she stopped caring because she knew why. She knew exactly why. Providing the answers would only bring more grief and she'd had plenty of that in her lifetime so she left it alone and laughed.
After awhile people forgot that she was supposed to be devestated. They took her pretty words and smiles and piled them atop everyone else's, but none could compare to her heartfelt sentiments or her laughter.
Especially not her laughter.
But everyone forgot, him included, but she never could because it was a part of her. He was a part of her, and no one remembered and no one cared. He certainly didn't give a damn. So she laughed because she found it ironic and ultimately sad, her own predicament.
For every life born, every life saved, every wound healed, every scar faded, she just laughed. No one cared that she was dying a little bit each time, not even herself.
And so she laughed.
The
picture you see, is no portrait of me
It's
too real to be shown to someone I don't know
