A Light Worth Fighting For

by desertxblume

"She had felt alone. Trapped in the silence. But it was this very silence that she had come to savor with each passing second of her undead life. Something she hadn't expected to leave her so abruptly that night. That night when suddenly the real life or death threat of a true war would rip apart her world."

Violet felt the rough shingles beneath her back as she stretched out, feeling somehow longer, more relaxed on the steep slope of the roof. She propped her arms behind her head, eyes scanning the inky black sky, littered with white lights glowing brightly down on the neighborhood. Sure, this house was a part of the grand neighborhood of people with fat wallets and empty hearts, but it still seemed set apart from the rest. She could see each and every other house. The dim golden glow of lights in their windows, something she had always taken for granted. Of course when you're dead, you don't need the lights, especially when you've been living in the same house for more than a year. Still, it was a pulsating feel of life she had forgotten the warmth of.

Then again, she hadn't felt much of that warmth. She was a classical, modern day teenager, even when she had been alive. Her parents had had a rough marriage, even before the abortion, meaning their home was broken. Band-Aids was all they stuck on the countless cracks in their life. It had been this house that had made them face those problems once and for all. Ripped the bandages off and forced her parents to act like adults. Forced her to realize there were others in the world beyond her indie music and dark poetry. This was where her parents and her differed. They didn't like the house for that reason. But that's why Violet loved it, which was good, as she had officially marked a year of living as a part of it. The first year of an eternity.

The night was calm, almost frozen in time, a feeling that she carried with her at all times. It had been almost identical that night that she had taken those pills. Maybe that was the breaking point. When every fiber of her being was shrieking in fear, anger and frustration, the world around her was as still as a lake on a frosty autumn morning. She had felt alone. Trapped in the silence. But it was this very silence that she had come to savor with each passing second of her undead life. Something she hadn't expected to leave her so abruptly that night. That night when suddenly the real life or death threat of a true war would rip apart her world.