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Late night t.v. was never really directed at anyone. It couldn't heal a broken soul. All it did was to give people the ability to veil their sadness. No one truly happy ever watched late night t.v. If you were happy, you'd be sleeping. Late night t.v. was directed at someone: Depressed insomniacs.
Before everything, she never watched late night t.v. Now, it was her new best friend.
Being the only one technically alive after the accident, a lot of pressure was laid on her. Police hounded the destroyed girl at all times. Late at night was the only time she could think.
Except she didn't want to think. Memories were riddled with images no one deserved to see.
For four days, four years, she tried to coop herself in.
She had seen it all, in its depressing glory. She had watched each one of her friends fall into a deep sleep, maybe ultimately, a demise.
Her throat had yet to heal from that night, where her fears came true. At first, people just stared, letting four teens slip farther and farther away.
Maybe if someone had called an ambulance right away, she'd be able to pick up and call any one of them now and cry and say everything she hadn't.
Mostly she slept in the day, with her father keeping a close watch on her. Temporarily, he stayed with her and her mother in the mansion. Looking in, it seemed like what her father was doing was sweet, but really, it was mandatary and tragic.
Dough eyes only closed in the light, because then, it was never really dark. A light shone through eyelids, making it okay to dose off, if only for two hours, two months.
The parents kept watches on her at every minute. If she ran to the bathroom, there was nothing there. All that was there was a toilet, a shower, toilet paper, and a sink. A towel wasn't even allowed, and strangely, it had been managed that the water was shut off in each bathroom.
Who knew what would occur if these precautions weren't taken? But no one wanted to find out. She was no longer trusted, but somehow, it didn't bother her. For once in the giant mansion, she felt safe.
Any strife with her mother was gone. It had no longer mattered, for she almost died, and one had, one was close to it, and the last, inching their way back.
Just five hours, five months, until a time that would never be forgotten. She'd have to say good-bye to someone she only knew for two and a half years. That felt like forever.
Everyone in the mansion was asleep, except for her. The t.v. kept her awake. Her sister, who decided to watch her, had dosed off. She couldn't ever be trusted.
When blinding lights shone in her face that night, it had been pouring hard by then. Her hair had plastered itself all over her face. She was stuck in her seat, and all she could do was survey the damage.
Her best friend was next to her, unconscious already. She saw hands limply near each other, and never in seventeen years had seen something so...disgusting.
She had always envied her best friend. For her beauty, her openness, her intelligence, though the latter was rarely seen. Yet none of that mattered anymore. Her best friend was on the brink of death, and if nothing happened, she'd be gone.
Tears and screams escaped her own little fragile body, a sharp pain hitting her with each intake of breath.
They told her everything would be okay, but how could it be? Nothing was ever okay after something like this. This tore worlds apart, with no hope of it ever going back to the way it was.
It slowly turned over an hour, and only four hours left. Nothing about this was fair.
She got up and began to walk out of the room, but stopped. Her little sister laid on the other couch, where she had been not long ago. She had leaned on her family so much during this time. She couldn't handle it. It was an emotional overload. Only once had she had one of these before, and it ended in an alleyway.
That was why she was on constant watch. Just in case she couldn't handle it. How could she handle it? Someone severely close to her was dead.
Drifting through a silent house was dangerous. You could realize anything in the dark. It played tricks on you, showed things you wanted to see. Only they weren't real.
In blinding light, she had could it quite easy to keep her eyes awake. They took her long, slender, and battered body out of the car after her best friend, who was in worse shape. She had looked dead. They all looked dead.
As they laid her on stretcher, she remembered seeing two brothers still in the front. One was already cold. And one was slipping near.
She stepped up the stairs, and heard one creak. It never usually did, only when you walk ever so slowly, just like she was.
Thoughts drifted off to the person she loved. She was so scared of what the day would come.
Backboards are never comfortable, especially when trying to find out if your friends are alive. There were so many people that had been around her, so many sounds. No one could ever keep up with so many things happening at once. She tried to see out the back door before they put her in. She almost threw up. And she had a strong stomach.
She had the gut feeling they were all dead.
Checking the clock, she found it was five thirty. Only three and a half hours until he was gone. Why did it all have to come true?
She had never seen her mother so scared than when she woke up ten hours, ten months later.
Nothing is more scary than finding out someone close to you has died. It steals a part of the soul, and as time goes by, the hole only gets larger. Bit by bit you grow cold. Until all that is left is the truth, with no illumination in the darkness. And you run blindly, trying to find a cure for your empty heart. They say time will mend an aching soul. It's the opposite. Time further stabs the dagger into a destroyed life.
And then, all you want to do is die.
Its an ongoing circle, death is. Most are caused by another death. No one tells you that, but as time goes on for the lucky, you come to learn, you are going to die.
To her beliefs, everyone has a set goal, life expectancy, and everything else when you were born. Sure, you could run from a death, but in the end, that day would be your dying day.
His death was an accident indeed, to everyone down here. And sadly, above, He watched with despair the things He already knew.
Her clothes were already laid out, for she had planned this outfit two nights ago. It had been blacker than black that night, the first night. She had seen each one of her friends dead to the world. It was a sad thing to see, your loved ones in a world of their own. It wasn't fair, for that world they were in must be better than this. She begged sometimes to be put into that world, to be oblivious to all the sadness around you.
Large blue eyes welled with tears as a reflection showed something not expected. She hadn't seen a mirror, she refused to. And here she was, staring back at the sickly white ghost.
An elegance held long ago had disappeared into the setting sun. Golden locks of hair had turned straggly. Bones began to protrude. Her soul had left and she was hollow, the bones mocking its disappearance.
And in the deep blue, dough eyes, nothing was held any longer. They were empty, vacated, emotionless. The memory of a sunkissed glimmer danced in her head as pupils grew to an infinite shadow.
In her consciousness, she knew nothing would ever return to the way it was. Creeping along, she tried to fall into her skin. Nothing was right anymore. Their world was completely off center.
In the night, she heard whispered prayers for them to heal. But you couldn't. You couldn't pick up the pieces after you walked out of a hospital where two people close to you laid on their death beds and one had already laid there and moved on.
She prepared herself for the day and tried to find the words she'd speak to him. Hopefully, he would hear from up there, and try to smile down on the unhappy life they now led.
The night shuddered, an apology for the loss, and the pupils of dough eyes grew to those of gravestones.
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