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Heartbeat
'Goodbye Life, good night Death, good morning Eternity'
Prologue
'Rise'
What is it like to tell you that in two years you will die? In two years you'll never see your loved ones again. That in two years you won't see the world again.
They all say, It's what life is. You just want to answer, life sucks. Or, I don't want this life. I did not ask for it. What is the point of being born if in a few years you'll die?
You come to a point where you want to crush everything, not because your sad, but because you want to leave a piece of you behind. IF I GO, THEN I'LL NOT LEAVE ENTIRELY, I'LL LEAVE A PART OF ME BEHIND. It can be anything, a book, a letter, a painting you've recently done, a picture your family will never forget, a MEMORY in others HEART. Something so deep that NONE would try or can say BEGONE.
Lilly sighted, she was a 19 year old woman. Every year counts like ten years. She finally saw real beauty. What it was. How it was created. What it did. She was finally happy. She could finally die happy, with no regrets. TWO years was a LONG time, ONLY for HER.
She could run freely now towards the light.
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Three days had passed, three days after Lilly's death. Her family was inside their home grieving. black was the only colors on their mind, clothes and heart. They were torn between her smiles full of life the day before her death and her corps inside the coffin, hers. She had come, dine and prayed one last time before saying goodbye. Lilly had comb her hair like every other night and kissed everyone goodnight. She had worn her dentelle dress. A pretty white dress with petals in the back. She looked like and angel, their dead angel, oxymora, how ironic.
Blond hair, closed eyelids and white skin. Blond hair, twinkling hazel eyes and pink pretty skin. She had been a true beauty. HAD BEEN.
Sunk in skin, purple lips and skin on bones. Plump cherry lips and skin on bones. She had always been skinny. She had a lithe exquisite body. A mesmerizing smile.
LILLY was no more. LILLY had gone beyond the clouds. LILLY was far gone now.
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A century later on Halloween night
« Trick or Treat? » said a little boy. He seemed to have ten years old. An old granny chuckled heartfeltly and gave him three candies, a twix, a mars and a peanut butter bar.
A groupe of teenagers ran passed him screaming like zombies. Their hands in front of them and eyes stretched open like octopuses. There weren't a single girl. The little boy curious pursued them.
The group stopped in front of the cemetery. One was skipping from one foot to the other. Another one pushed his left buddy in front of him. « go, you go first. If you want to stay in the gang you must go in, around and bring back any flower you find, but it must be on a RIP, not on the ground. » « hun? That is not fair, you never said that before? » « Think it like a ritual, everyone here went by the same rule » of course it was a cheap lie but he did not need to know it. The guy shuddered, the only thought of moving in there was creepy enough he wanted to pee in his underwear. « Come on, you aren't a girl are you? » The others mocked. « Girly Nick is gonna cry to mommy! » A chubby hairy guy snorted. « Waaaaaaa, sniff, sniff! Mommy! hahaha! » They laughed in unison.
The teenager full of anger of being called a GIRL ran, eyes closed into the cemetery. When he couldn't hear his so called friends anymore he stopped and slowly opened his eyes.
The area was dark, not pitch black but enough to be scary. Glimmering lights were shining in this hell, his near to be hell. He could see the path guiding him to any tomb he could choose. His knees were trembling in fear, his palms were starting to sweat. Nick rubbed them on his pants. They were slippery. He flinched he pulled his arms up in fright. They were stuck, ON HIS PANTS. He tried to ran back to the entrance, IMPOSSIBLE. His legs were heavy. He was drowning. The mud under his feet stuck to him like glue. Pulling him down.
He looked right and left. It finally hit him. He had stopped on a tombstone. It was a sacrilege to walk, step on one. With only one repent: DEATH. He was going to die, at 13 years old. Rivulets of water started to glide down his cheeks. No, not now, he thought. I do not want to die. I'll do anything to live. he fighted against his none existent chains, screaming to let him go, to let him live.
A loud screach ceased all his movements. Only his bust was above the soil. A hand shot out, then a head. The girly creature sneered at him. Like saying: 'Welcome to hell'.
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The girl had waited a century for someone to take her place. She was finally free. She strode through the cemetery in her long white dress. When she was finally by the entrance she glanced at the groupe of petrified teenagers. What a bunch of scum, she though, might welcome them to their hell earlier. She had heard everything, she always hear everything. It was a freeway underground-Another world-full of other wonders.
She snapped he fingers. Roots wrapped around their limbs stilling any of their movement, they were trying to run away. Oh no, not going to happen, not before her, anyway.
She took one teenagers chin in her grip and breath in. He cried out, his skin, his youth and his soul were being swallowed by the mysterious creature before him. When she finished off every last teenager she turned to the little boy. The groupe of bullies were reduced to ashes and swept away by the wind. They had a worst punishment than Nick, they were no more. Nick was 'alive' in death, under the soil and dirt: under ground itself.
« How old are you? »
James did not say a word till the very end. He felt sorry for the boy who under mockery had run off into the cemetery. He shuddered, when he heard his screaming. The others laughed it off. He stilled and almost stopped breathing when he saw a lady walk out. She was young, too young he thought. He saw her strip every teenager of their youth. He had no pity for them, only for the young boy that he new would never come back. He saw her, turn into the girl she would have been before her death. A beautiful lady in a long white dress. White petals on her shoulders. He SAW her come back from the dead. And then SHE spoke. A warm fuzzy feeling rang inside his feeling.
He saw her, he fell in love with her.
« I am ten years old my lady. » He bowed politely.
She hummed in acknowledgment. « What will you answer if I say I will kill you? »