This is just something I thought of in the middle of the night, it's a little confusing at first, because I don't really use names, but the fourth part, most likely the last will say everything. Please tell me what you think of this, I know it's short, but I figured this would be better than one big long one-shot. Please reivew!
An alarm clock went off inside the house. It wasn't set correctly, no one quite understood how it had been set wrong. But it went off early in the morning, and set to a station that reached out to souls that gave up long ago.
January was usually never cold, but a wind blew through the town, and never seemed to leave. It set the mood nicely, since a smile couldn't form on the faces anymore.
Tears froze on a pale face, with red cheeks from the temperature. The bed was vacated, bare with no blankets atop. All the blankets had their place, in her secret bed. You could watch the sun rise and set, and wait for a new day that would only bring a recurring darkness that clouded them all.
It was a sad Summer in a real winter.
Only four days had passed, and already it seemed like a year. Every minute was a day. Every second an hour. Every hour a month.
Today was an especially sad day, because finally it would become real. Tomorrow they'd go to school, where stares were already a given. These teenagers were ripped apart, and sewn together completely wrong.
Two had been left in comas, one severely injured, and the other dead. So far one had only woken up from a coma that lasted only three days. Little by little, things had been laid on a fragile mind, until a breakdown ceased it. Shock was their answer for the reaction. It was most definitely shock.
Their senior year was ruined, it had been a year not filled with disaster. Every so often, a mini-drama would occur, but they made it through. Just a month ago, the winter dance occurred, and instead of it being awkward, it was incredible. They dreamed of a real winter.
Now, they had it and wanted to give it back.
That night had been ultimate. The last one all four were together was January 13th, Friday the thirteenth, why hadn't they noticed that? Maybe the day really was unlucky, or they were. She was seventeen and five months that night. She hated that age.
A movie had been playing that night, so they decided to take it easy and see it. They caught the late showing. Those were always the best. The theater was mostly empty then.
First, they had gone out to eat, a simple pizza. They joked and laughed, not having a care in the world. Not a drop of liquor was around, yet that had destroyed them.
No one quite understood how these couples lasted this long, but they had. It had seemed that everything came between them. Their pasts, their relatives, their hobbies. But something finally let them have peace. And they were glad.
Her eyes slowly opened, letting a fresh set of tears cascaded down her face. It was still dark, and barely any stars illuminated the vast and empty world. Nothing made sense any more. It was just as dark as it had been four nights ago.
After they had eaten, they headed to the theater. Being incredibly early, the games around them pulled each one in.
Dancing was never a strong point, but if you were told where to move, you could get it right. She had always been the best of the four. The other three never stood a chance.
At least an hour, a month, was wasted on playing games like racing, or shooting. Whenever they raced, they'd try to hit each other off the road. It wasn't very lifelike, what happened when you crashed. It was false leading. You weren't picked up and placed back on the road. It wasn't that simple.
Reluctantly, she got up and climbed through the window. She was met with a blank bed. The covers smelled of his scent, he had been over five days ago.
She never remembered going to a funeral, so it would be a new experience. Everything was a new experience. She had survived. One hadn't, and one was close to it.
Four nights ago, they'd stepped into a movie theater, waiting to laugh at the new comedy of the week. It hadn't been that funny, them as a four were much funnier. So mostly they complained about how the movie hadn't been funny.
A small smile hadn't formed on her face since that night. Of course, she hadn't moved until yesterday.
She knew her father had almost lost it in three days, but she was one of the four with the least worst problems.
Turning the water on, she slipped under the surface, never wanting to come up.
They had walked out of the movie, arguing about a tiny part of the film. Mostly she was laughing, with her hand interlocked with her boyfriend's. her father disapproved of the boy, but she didn't care. She loved him.
An hour and twenty five minutes, a month and twenty five days later, she stepped out of the mostly cold bathtub. Staring into the mirror, she saw a stranger looking back at her. This person wasn't who she was. Her old self disappeared four nights ago, four years ago.
Frail fingers touched a scarred face, and a single tear graced it. Deep brown eyes saw the helplessness in the reflection.
She remembered they hopped in the car, she was in back with her best friend. Brothers sat in the front, her boyfriend driving. They continued laughing, and little droplets formed on the windshield.
She placed a comb through her knotted hair. Today was a day she'd never forget. She regretted it entirely, but she had to go. She'd be in the line of losers, for a friend was dead. They'd all be there, except for two. Brothers falling towards death.
She never believed in the death penalty before. She thought that if you committed a crime, you should have to pay for it for the rest of your life. But now, that had changed. If you took a life, you shouldn't have the opportunity to live.
Four days ago, four years back, it had been raining pretty hard. But her boyfriend knew what he was doing. He could be trusted. The rest of the road was debatable.
Frequently, the school sports teams would plan a little get-together, a social gather per se.
A rager in fact.
Alcohol was consumed, coke was snorted, and unfortunately, later cars were driven. Instead of having a sports game that night, they had a drinking game.
She chose her clothes carefully, trying to find the nicest black outfit. It had be to good enough to say goodbye in.
Slipping back silk over her body, she felt more silent tears cascade down her gentle face. They hung onto her chin for a moment, and then dropped onto her perfectly shaped shoulder blade. A pool of wet sadness began to form.
Flying isn't humanly possible, but four days ago, it was. A head on collision, that was way too fast, forced to defy the laws of gravity, if only for a few seconds.
She remembered screaming, and involuntarily her hand going out to her boyfriend's. his wasn't there at first, she held onto his arm until it came, just as they came crashing down.
A world had come crashing down that night as the tumbled over a road. She had squeezed her eyes shut and her hand stayed grasped with his. She didn't know how they landed, except when she opened her eyes, windows were broken out, a person in the front seat was already unconscious, and another next to herself screaming.
Two hands broke apart, as they faded into a darker darkness.
So, what did you think? Scarred Youth will get updated, since it's so long, it takes a while to update. So wait for that, but I think The Rest Is Silence is due for an update. So...Review!