Jan 12, 2011
Dec 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010
Short Stories with Tragic Endings.
When they say time heals everything, they lied.
She lay upon the grassy meadow. The resplendent day might have captivated some. The colors of the scenery around her were breathtaking; the bright green of the grass, the yellows and purples sprouting up from it… but she paid no mind to this at all.
To peer into her eyes was to peer into her soul; the sadness, though some may call it emptiness, radiated through. But these hazel eyes were fixated, gazing upon the bright sunny sky.
She wore her heart on her sleeve, she thought of this as one of her biggest flaws. Over time she had managed to somewhat control the vexatious flaw, before it came crumbling down upon her, one autumn evening.
She had been in love, a love like she had never experienced before. For her, love had never been the object of desire that some girls craved. Love would happen when it happened… if it ever did; those were her thoughts exactly.
She wasn't looking for love by any means when she stumbled upon him. The feeling of euphoria washed over, consuming her, every time she stood before him. His green eyes captivated her, leaving her breathless.
Though he loved her too, he could not bring himself to show it the way she did. She believed with everything in her that he could be the man she wanted him to be.
Her faith never wavering for a moment, she stood strong against her friends who constantly questioned her sanity. “I know he hurts me so." she would tell them without a doubt in her mind. "But I know who he truly is inside; you do not. You see him as he appears to the rest of the world. If you were to see him once, just once, through my eyes... hear the words he speaks when it's just the two of us... you would know. You would understand.”
Her answer was always the same, even if it was through choked sobs or with a smile upon her face. Her friends shook their heads in disapproval, concerned.
About a month before that cold autumn evening, they awoke in the home they shared and began getting ready for work; a typical day, so she thought.
Until the boy said to her, “I know I can never be everything I need to be to make you happy whether you see it in me or not. You deserve so much more, I'm sorry.”
She wept for days on end, slowly moving her things out of small house they shared. Never had she felt a pain so deep, so she thought. The days passed slowly, one by one, as she marked them off her calendar with a heavy sigh and a lone tear. 'Maybe today' she would tell herself.
After months and months she spent pining for him to show her how he claimed to feel about her while together, her friends had become weary of their support, tired of being her shoulder to cry on which she so often required. And now, that they were no longer, her friends assured her it was for the best.
Finally, that autumn night came. On this particular evening, after leaving work at midnight with a friend, she approached a stop light. It was late, the night sky dark as the ocean depths, stars shining brightly. In her rear view mirror, she noticed a single headlight barreling towards her car. She watched intently as the light shifted into the lane beside her, coming to a stop at the light. It was a boy on a motorcycle. He glanced over at her as he raised his shield. The green eyes that pierced her, leaving her breathless, peered back at her. Her heart raced, unable to determine whether it was anger or bliss.
She couldn't seem to bring herself to speak or think for that matter. The light changed and they both took off. Without acknowledging whether he was still close or not, she continued on to their destination. She drove in silence; her friend unsure of what to say. The ringing of her phone broke the silence.
“All I want is an apology for the things you did to me.” She told him.
“I will, but I want you to meet me somewhere. I want you to see that I mean it when I say it.” The boy replied.
“Fine.” She agreed.
They agreed to meet at the place they had first met. She arrived first, nervous he had lied and she would look like a fool waiting on him once more. She sat in her car, head upon the wheel with her eyes closed. Please let him show. As if answering her silent prayer, she heard the distinct sound of a motorcycle. She looked up quickly, peering into her rear view mirror to see the same single headlight approaching as he pulled in and parked beside her.
She stepped out of her car as he dismounted the bike. The conversation was casual, as if nothing had ever happened between them. She was unsure if she loved or hated the fact.
“Look at me.” He began. “I’m sorry, for everything I did to hurt you.”
“That's all I wanted to hear.” She replied. “You don't ever have to speak to me again.”
She turned to get back into her car but he stopped her by touching her arm.
“What?” She asked.
“Want to go get some breakfast?” He asked with a smile.
“It's two in the morning." She laughed.
“Best time for breakfast.”
After their breakfast, they made their way back to the car. The idea of leaving him seemed to be tearing at her heart. She had gotten the apology she had desired, what more could she possibly want from him? She knew deep down, it would never be again.
He drove towards town, the silence seemed deafening.
“Um, you missed the turn.” She noted as he barreled past the way to her house.
“I know.” He said, without a glance in her direction. “We need to talk.”
The two spent the next five hours driving aimlessly through the cold night. Everything she had ever desired to hear come from his lips, he spoke in that car. Of how he was sorry, how he truly loved her, and how he wanted to change his ways for her….
He laughed lightly as they finally realized they had ended up... a completely different state.
“What's so funny?” She asked.
“Nothing.” He replied with a smirk.
“No, tell me.” She insisted.
“No, I'll take it to my grave.” He said sternly.
She shook her head at this. He was still impossibly stubborn, just like her.
Once back in town, he dropped her off at her house. Kissing her goodbye, he told her he would text her in a while.
She woke up after a nap and got ready for work; she cursed under her breath at being so stupid to stay out till seven in the morning, knowing she worked second shift and would have very little time to sleep. The fact she heard everything she had desired to hear from him made it okay.
Upon checking her phone, there were numerous texts from him. Texts that brought her to tears…. And one was begging her to come to a Halloween party with him.
Though she wanted to go, she knew she couldn’t miss work so she promised to come by when she got off work. Little did she know this was the biggest mistake of her life.
That evening at work, she told a lady she worked with (who she also got her cards read from) of her time with him. She listened intently. The lady was much older than the girl, but very wise.
She opened her phone to see a text from the boy: “Really want to know what I said I'd take to my grave?”
“Only if you want to tell me.” She replied back.
Her heart raced in her chest, unsure if she honestly wanted to know or not.
Moments later the reply came: “I wanted to start over with you; I know I messed that up. So I guess I'll regret it for the rest of my days. I truly love you.”
She smiled brightly, heart skipping every other beat. They messaged each other for the next few hours. The boy reassured she would be coming to the party when she got off work. She promised she would. She desired to see him again….
These would be the last texts she would receive from him.
She'll never forget the next message that came to her phone. 9:31 pm, October 31st. Fore it was the one that changed her life forever.
“He's been in a wreck; they're air lifting him to the hospital. It doesn't look good.”
She ran as quickly as her feet could carry her; stopping long enough to inform her boss through choked sobs and tears the situation that required her to leave.
“Why are you stopping to tell me? Run, go!” He told her.
With that she began running through the plant once more.
She met her friend Paul and they tore down the interstate to the hospital she had been told he was being transported to. She never even once stopped to think of cops or even the thought of her wrecking. Nothing else mattered, no one else existed.
The next few days were hell. She spent hours upon hours waiting for any news with Paul.
She turned to him, “I should have been in that car with him… or I could have stopped him. It’s my fault. I could have prevented this.”
Finally, she was able to enter the ICU room. Only to fall to her knees at the sight of the boy she loved. As the horrifying news filled her ears, “Even if he makes it, he'll never remember who you are.” replayed through her mind over and over again.
She spoke to him, hoping just maybe, he could hear her voice one last time; hear her tell him what he meant to her and the love she felt for him.
“It's gone, it's going with him,” she whispered to her friend who stood next to her, holding her hand as she held his.
She didn't sleep, she didn't eat... to be honest, she was barely alive. Placing her hand over her heart, that she was convinced no longer existed; she couldn't even feel it beat beneath her chest.
4:04 pm, November 2nd. Both hearts stopped beating.
She lay upon the grassy meadow. The resplendent day might have captivated some. The colors of the scenery around her were breathtaking; the bright green of the grass, the yellows and purples sprouting up from it… but she paid no mind to this at all.
To peer into her eyes was to peer into her soul; the sadness, though some may call it emptiness, radiated through. But these hazel eyes were fixated, gazing upon the bright sunny sky.
She wore her heart on her sleeve, she thought of this as one of her biggest flaws. Over time she had managed to somewhat control the vexatious flaw, before it came crumbling down upon her, one autumn evening.
She had been in love, a love like she had never experienced before. For her, love had never been the object of desire that some girls craved. Love would happen when it happened… if it ever did; those were her thoughts exactly.
She wasn't looking for love by any means when she stumbled upon him. The feeling of euphoria washed over, consuming her, every time she stood before him. His green eyes captivated her, leaving her breathless.
Though he loved her too, he could not bring himself to show it the way she did. She believed with everything in her that he could be the man she wanted him to be.
Her faith never wavering for a moment, she stood strong against her friends who constantly questioned her sanity. “I know he hurts me so." she would tell them without a doubt in her mind. "But I know who he truly is inside; you do not. You see him as he appears to the rest of the world. If you were to see him once, just once, through my eyes... hear the words he speaks when it's just the two of us... you would know. You would understand.”
Her answer was always the same, even if it was through choked sobs or with a smile upon her face. Her friends shook their heads in disapproval, concerned.
About a month before that cold autumn evening, they awoke in the home they shared and began getting ready for work; a typical day, so she thought.
Until the boy said to her, “I know I can never be everything I need to be to make you happy whether you see it in me or not. You deserve so much more, I'm sorry.”
She wept for days on end, slowly moving her things out of small house they shared. Never had she felt a pain so deep, so she thought. The days passed slowly, one by one, as she marked them off her calendar with a heavy sigh and a lone tear. 'Maybe today' she would tell herself.
After months and months she spent pining for him to show her how he claimed to feel about her while together, her friends had become weary of their support, tired of being her shoulder to cry on which she so often required. And now, that they were no longer, her friends assured her it was for the best.
Finally, that autumn night came. On this particular evening, after leaving work at midnight with a friend, she approached a stop light. It was late, the night sky dark as the ocean depths, stars shining brightly. In her rear view mirror, she noticed a single headlight barreling towards her car. She watched intently as the light shifted into the lane beside her, coming to a stop at the light. It was a boy on a motorcycle. He glanced over at her as he raised his shield. The green eyes that pierced her, leaving her breathless, peered back at her. Her heart raced, unable to determine whether it was anger or bliss.
She couldn't seem to bring herself to speak or think for that matter. The light changed and they both took off. Without acknowledging whether he was still close or not, she continued on to their destination. She drove in silence; her friend unsure of what to say. The ringing of her phone broke the silence.
“All I want is an apology for the things you did to me.” She told him.
“I will, but I want you to meet me somewhere. I want you to see that I mean it when I say it.” The boy replied.
“Fine.” She agreed.
They agreed to meet at the place they had first met. She arrived first, nervous he had lied and she would look like a fool waiting on him once more. She sat in her car, head upon the wheel with her eyes closed. Please let him show. As if answering her silent prayer, she heard the distinct sound of a motorcycle. She looked up quickly, peering into her rear view mirror to see the same single headlight approaching as he pulled in and parked beside her.
She stepped out of her car as he dismounted the bike. The conversation was casual, as if nothing had ever happened between them. She was unsure if she loved or hated the fact.
“Look at me.” He began. “I’m sorry, for everything I did to hurt you.”
“That's all I wanted to hear.” She replied. “You don't ever have to speak to me again.”
She turned to get back into her car but he stopped her by touching her arm.
“What?” She asked.
“Want to go get some breakfast?” He asked with a smile.
“It's two in the morning." She laughed.
“Best time for breakfast.”
After their breakfast, they made their way back to the car. The idea of leaving him seemed to be tearing at her heart. She had gotten the apology she had desired, what more could she possibly want from him? She knew deep down, it would never be again.
He drove towards town, the silence seemed deafening.
“Um, you missed the turn.” She noted as he barreled past the way to her house.
“I know.” He said, without a glance in her direction. “We need to talk.”
The two spent the next five hours driving aimlessly through the cold night. Everything she had ever desired to hear come from his lips, he spoke in that car. Of how he was sorry, how he truly loved her, and how he wanted to change his ways for her….
He laughed lightly as they finally realized they had ended up... a completely different state.
“What's so funny?” She asked.
“Nothing.” He replied with a smirk.
“No, tell me.” She insisted.
“No, I'll take it to my grave.” He said sternly.
She shook her head at this. He was still impossibly stubborn, just like her.
Once back in town, he dropped her off at her house. Kissing her goodbye, he told her he would text her in a while.
She woke up after a nap and got ready for work; she cursed under her breath at being so stupid to stay out till seven in the morning, knowing she worked second shift and would have very little time to sleep. The fact she heard everything she had desired to hear from him made it okay.
Upon checking her phone, there were numerous texts from him. Texts that brought her to tears…. And one was begging her to come to a Halloween party with him.
Though she wanted to go, she knew she couldn’t miss work so she promised to come by when she got off work. Little did she know this was the biggest mistake of her life.
That evening at work, she told a lady she worked with (who she also got her cards read from) of her time with him. She listened intently. The lady was much older than the girl, but very wise.
She opened her phone to see a text from the boy: “Really want to know what I said I'd take to my grave?”
“Only if you want to tell me.” She replied back.
Her heart raced in her chest, unsure if she honestly wanted to know or not.
Moments later the reply came: “I wanted to start over with you; I know I messed that up. So I guess I'll regret it for the rest of my days. I truly love you.”
She smiled brightly, heart skipping every other beat. They messaged each other for the next few hours. The boy reassured she would be coming to the party when she got off work. She promised she would. She desired to see him again….
These would be the last texts she would receive from him.
She'll never forget the next message that came to her phone. 9:31 pm, October 31st. Fore it was the one that changed her life forever.
“He's been in a wreck; they're air lifting him to the hospital. It doesn't look good.”
She ran as quickly as her feet could carry her; stopping long enough to inform her boss through choked sobs and tears the situation that required her to leave.
“Why are you stopping to tell me? Run, go!” He told her.
With that she began running through the plant once more.
She met her friend Paul and they tore down the interstate to the hospital she had been told he was being transported to. She never even once stopped to think of cops or even the thought of her wrecking. Nothing else mattered, no one else existed.
The next few days were hell. She spent hours upon hours waiting for any news with Paul.
She turned to him, “I should have been in that car with him… or I could have stopped him. It’s my fault. I could have prevented this.”
Finally, she was able to enter the ICU room. Only to fall to her knees at the sight of the boy she loved. As the horrifying news filled her ears, “Even if he makes it, he'll never remember who you are.” replayed through her mind over and over again.
She spoke to him, hoping just maybe, he could hear her voice one last time; hear her tell him what he meant to her and the love she felt for him.
“It's gone, it's going with him,” she whispered to her friend who stood next to her, holding her hand as she held his.
She didn't sleep, she didn't eat... to be honest, she was barely alive. Placing her hand over her heart, that she was convinced no longer existed; she couldn't even feel it beat beneath her chest.
4:04 pm, November 2nd. Both hearts stopped beating.
Nov 23, 2010
The Transgression
To her, life seemed surreal. She couldn’t seem to differentiate between what had happened in her life and what merely happened in her mind. This was a true problem. The jumbled mess of her mind seemed to engulf her as a being. Though, on her exterior, she kept a passive smile upon her face. She liked it this way. The people around her knew nothing of what was going on inside. She was glad; fore she didn’t even know how to describe it. Even to her, the internals buried within seemed like a long line of yard, hopelessly tangled about. If anyone was to come along and figure out how to undo this web of knots, she would be forced to recognize this as a miracle.
This mess buried within, she blamed upon love. She had given love a chance before; many more than she was keen to admit to. She wondered often, her head rested upon her pillow in the dark of night, why the events in her life had happened. She learnt over the years to hide herself from her own thoughts; unwilling to face the truth.
Some may say she was foolish; though she would disagreed. The methods of shutting out her undesired feelings and emotions seemed rather ingenious to her. The people with their minds endlessly running over and over their mistakes, their flaws, and their dark moments in life seemed foolish. 'Bottle it up' she would say. And that’s exactly what she did. Sealed tight as if entombed within, her darkest secrets were locked forever.
At this moment in time, she sat upon a seat, nose in a book. This seemed to be her escape, from reality, of course. It occupied her mind, sending her rushing into these make believe worlds of others. She enjoyed placing herself into these characters, stepping into their shoes, if you will. And there lie the answer, she became someone else. Someone free of the burden of the endless tangled yarn within; free of sorrow. The snow outside had swirled like a tornado, bits of every size, building and building up. This angered her; her schedule was quite hectic and it discouraged her immensely when she was thrown off course. The reasoning behind this infatuation was due to her past, the thing locked inside her tiny frame. She envisioned it as her being slung from her path, thus her desire never to waver.
Now, as she took one hopeful glance up from her book, the first time in hours now, and a smug smile etched across her face. The scene on the other side of the glass was what she desired; no snow falling. The announcement that boomed across the lobby made this smug smile spread even further.
Some would call her a wreck. A poor soul endlessly wounded from a troubled past; a hopeless love. She somewhat agreed with this statement, though she would never admit that to anyone, rarely even to herself. 'Never love again' she had vowed, 'it's more tribulation than it's worth.' And she hadn’t. Not a glance, not a flutter of her seemingly stone-cold heart. It pained her to think of herself in this light; vaguely reminding her of a story she had once read. It had been about a young prince, a lovely man with the world at his feet. Maidens all across the land had longed for his hand but alas, he had seen the burdens of love and how it had consumed the lives of the men around him. He watched great, powerful men throw away their chance of glory for a maiden unworthy, as he thought, of them. Unwilling to succumb to such a thing, he tore his own heart out of his chest, locking it in a small wooden box he kept. He thought of his untouched heart as his greatest treasure, even in correlation to all the gold he had acquired, which he credited to his lack of a maiden thwarting his endeavors. And there it remained, still beating, but shriveled.
If you asked her why she felt this way, she would stare at you bleakly; on occasion an answer of 'You wouldn't understand' was the most detail one had received. Her co-workers, friends and family alike could not understand why such a lovely, strong willed girl, and ostensibly to them, full of life, wouldn’t even consider finding her soul mate. She found it silly to think of searching for one’s true love as an adventure. A man with the power to untangle this hodgepodge would be a miracle.
She arranged her things about her as she took her seat on the London-bound plane. Glancing at her watch, the irritation sat in again. Though on her way at last but still very much off course. The book was planted before her face once more; she paid no mind to the person who took their seat beside her. She never did, she never spoke to any of her companions on her travels. She could hear them arranging their belongings as well, attempting to get comfortable for the long flight ahead.
“Hello, I’m James,” came a man’s voice.
Internally, she huffed as she looked up from her book to glance at the occupant of the window seat.
At once, as her eyes fell upon the dark haired man, she felt the knots of her tangled mess within alleviate.
This mess buried within, she blamed upon love. She had given love a chance before; many more than she was keen to admit to. She wondered often, her head rested upon her pillow in the dark of night, why the events in her life had happened. She learnt over the years to hide herself from her own thoughts; unwilling to face the truth.
Some may say she was foolish; though she would disagreed. The methods of shutting out her undesired feelings and emotions seemed rather ingenious to her. The people with their minds endlessly running over and over their mistakes, their flaws, and their dark moments in life seemed foolish. 'Bottle it up' she would say. And that’s exactly what she did. Sealed tight as if entombed within, her darkest secrets were locked forever.
At this moment in time, she sat upon a seat, nose in a book. This seemed to be her escape, from reality, of course. It occupied her mind, sending her rushing into these make believe worlds of others. She enjoyed placing herself into these characters, stepping into their shoes, if you will. And there lie the answer, she became someone else. Someone free of the burden of the endless tangled yarn within; free of sorrow. The snow outside had swirled like a tornado, bits of every size, building and building up. This angered her; her schedule was quite hectic and it discouraged her immensely when she was thrown off course. The reasoning behind this infatuation was due to her past, the thing locked inside her tiny frame. She envisioned it as her being slung from her path, thus her desire never to waver.
Now, as she took one hopeful glance up from her book, the first time in hours now, and a smug smile etched across her face. The scene on the other side of the glass was what she desired; no snow falling. The announcement that boomed across the lobby made this smug smile spread even further.
Some would call her a wreck. A poor soul endlessly wounded from a troubled past; a hopeless love. She somewhat agreed with this statement, though she would never admit that to anyone, rarely even to herself. 'Never love again' she had vowed, 'it's more tribulation than it's worth.' And she hadn’t. Not a glance, not a flutter of her seemingly stone-cold heart. It pained her to think of herself in this light; vaguely reminding her of a story she had once read. It had been about a young prince, a lovely man with the world at his feet. Maidens all across the land had longed for his hand but alas, he had seen the burdens of love and how it had consumed the lives of the men around him. He watched great, powerful men throw away their chance of glory for a maiden unworthy, as he thought, of them. Unwilling to succumb to such a thing, he tore his own heart out of his chest, locking it in a small wooden box he kept. He thought of his untouched heart as his greatest treasure, even in correlation to all the gold he had acquired, which he credited to his lack of a maiden thwarting his endeavors. And there it remained, still beating, but shriveled.
If you asked her why she felt this way, she would stare at you bleakly; on occasion an answer of 'You wouldn't understand' was the most detail one had received. Her co-workers, friends and family alike could not understand why such a lovely, strong willed girl, and ostensibly to them, full of life, wouldn’t even consider finding her soul mate. She found it silly to think of searching for one’s true love as an adventure. A man with the power to untangle this hodgepodge would be a miracle.
She arranged her things about her as she took her seat on the London-bound plane. Glancing at her watch, the irritation sat in again. Though on her way at last but still very much off course. The book was planted before her face once more; she paid no mind to the person who took their seat beside her. She never did, she never spoke to any of her companions on her travels. She could hear them arranging their belongings as well, attempting to get comfortable for the long flight ahead.
“Hello, I’m James,” came a man’s voice.
Internally, she huffed as she looked up from her book to glance at the occupant of the window seat.
At once, as her eyes fell upon the dark haired man, she felt the knots of her tangled mess within alleviate.
Nov 15, 2010
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