A/N: I wrote this one day, listening to some cool ass song... which one I don't know. I got bored today and thought "wow this isn't crap" then I thought "Maybe I could give it a plot..." So tell me what you think... should I try and give it a plot by adding chapters and things like that *lol*
Oh well, just read it and think about it while you're GRACIOUSLY writing a review (the one that you will write)
Cherrio and Enjoi!
She's choking. She's choking on words, feelings, tears, and most especially emptiness. She can't breathe, because she's drowning in avoided sorrow. She's swimming in darkness and was the last one to know. It's too late, and maybe that's what scares her the most. Time, she always had time. Not anymore. Each wave takes her further down. The water is colder, lonelier. She thrashes, but no one sees her. So she's left choking, on regret. Water mirages flicker in front of her eyes and she reaches for them, but they merely flicker away again. Her hand glides through them like a knife slicing air. The disappointment only pulls her further down. It sinks her as well as it does her heart. She's always a few inches short, a few seconds late, always a step behind. After so many misses, people forget. People forget that you're there, one way or another. They forget that you all have the same problems; they forget that you feel and while they forget, you yourself stop feeling. While they forget, you forget. Another wave takes her over… and another. So many waves come and go, that they no longer affect her. Its just part of a surface she can no longer see. She can no longer see them, but the people can no longer see her either.
She becomes an echo, a ghost that glides through the halls. Her fingers drag over the walls, trying to hold on to something trying to remember. Futile attempts, fruitless, all of it useless. There will be a time when she stops trying to hold on. There will be a time when her numb fingers will loosen their grasp and she'll fall. She'll fall further than they know. She'll fall into the rift that you dropped rocks into as a child and you could never hear the rock hit the bottom. One day, they'll look over the edge, and perhaps they'll catch a fleeting glimpse of her falling. But they won't know it's her. No one knows who she is anymore, or do they? Since when has it mattered? Always, it always has. The climax of it all is when someone finally realizes. She's been gone even more than usual. The conclusion comes when they find she's not there. It's when we discover that there was another person a few inches too short, a few seconds too late, a step behind. That will help no one… it only hurts
The water fills her lungs, and this time she can't push it out. It's there to stay and the last thing she thinks… the last thing that passes through her mind is 'where have I gone.'
How sweet it would be to have an answer. How sweet it would be to have a solution. But sorrow has one, and once again it's waves have overcome another. Darkness devours, one constant that won't let her down. For that which does not kill you, only hurts you.Review...