Hi.
This is my first story.
Read, don't read—review, don't review, it's up to you. If you want to review, thank you, for taking the time to do it.
Enjoy.
xxshadesofRed
Her eyes are wide.
Unfocused.
She shifts her body to her left, and buries her face in a pillow. She stays in that position—her body still and frigid. She flutters her eyelids shut and tries to empty her mind as darkness engulfs her vision. She forces her body to relax on the soft mattress, she forces her mind to stay blank, like a black void of space—she pushes back unwanted flashbacks and hurtful memories into the back of her mind. Just when she was about to fall into deep slumber—a luxury, something that she desperately want, a picture of his face appears in her mind.
Subconsciously, she reaches out an arm, expecting to feel the warmth of his skin.
Instead, her fingers touched the cold, unoccupied space of the bed. She clutched the bed covers tightly. She could feel tears brimming at the corner of her eyes, and she held them in place—she refused to let them fall.
"Darling, you look beautiful today."
She jerks a hand back.
Her mind is playing with her again.
'Go away,' she wanted to say, but she held her tongue back. She was getting better, the scary men in white said—she was getting better and she wouldn't entertain the voices—his voice anymore. So she turned her body to her right this time, with her back facing to where he used to sleep at. She opened her eyes and stared at nothingness—everything was black and empty, just like her heart. It was unbearable, this feeling of emptiness. She desperately wants the large hole to be filled; she longed for it—yearned for his touch once again.
Life is cruel, she thinks.