A Breath Of A Dream
"Frankly my dear…..Frankly my dear….Frankly my dear." Echoes bounced off the walls of Scarlett's mind as she lay, her black dress spread around her like the shattered ruins of her heart, that was pumping tears to her pale green eyes, instead of blood around her body that lay crumpled on the red velvet staircase. Life had dealt her many blows, but none as cruel as the one that had just punched her in the face, shaking her to the reality that her life wasn't really, not one bit of it, anything she had wanted, yet she was the one that had made it that way. God, she cried out to him inside herself, if I have learned my lesson, why can't I just start over? I would do everything so different. Fresh tears erupted from her eyes and she clutched her heart. Why does it hurt so much? Haven't I gone through enough? When will this misery end? She pushed herself up slowly, her "fashionable" mourning dress falling in clumps of wrinkles. She reached down to smooth them out, and as she did, she thought of Melanie and Bonnie. Why had her best friend and her favorite child been taken away from her? Why, God, why? At least Melly will be able to take care of Bonnie in heaven, she thought, as she wiped the remaining tears away with the wadded up handkerchief she held in her hand. She looked down at it, confused. Then she remembered with a pain so excruciating it felt as if a knife was stabbing her heart. "Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief." She sunk back down to the floor, suddenly losing the little strength she had had in her legs. She buried her face in the prickly velvet, her black hair tumbling in tousled curls that Prissy had worked so hard to perfect that morning. How long she lay there she had no idea. It seemed like 1 second and yet at the same time, eternity. Her breathing in time slowed to the steady pace of a deep, much needed sleep.
When Scarlett woke up, she was being shook and warm sunshine was shining on her. Her bed felt different and smelled like something she hadn't smelt in a long time, but something she had loved. "Honey chile', wake up. You's don't wanna be late fo' the babicue." Scarlett sleepily blinked open her eyes, then sat straight up. "Oh my God," she whispered. "It's impossible."