ShatteredStars
12-25-2004, 10:41 PM
This is a short story that I wrote. I've been trying to come up with a new fic but this is all for now. Hope that it's okay. <3
Her Distortion
The mirror was as cold as a coffin, haunting her reflection. Things were never suppose to end up like this, she thought as she stared into herself. The morning played on like a movie inside her head, each scene escaping, uncovering her as the leading actress. The eyes that she displayed now seem dull, watery, and puffy when they used to be as blue as an ocean that you wanted to dive into.
Danielle awoke to the sound of her aunt screaming up the stairs, the words echoing, disturbing her dreams. “Wake your mom up. She was supposed to be at work an hour ago!”
It was summer, July 21st to be exact. Sunlight was leaking through the windows, pouring warmth onto her bed. As her eyes adjusted from her sweet slumber, Danielle rose from the soft sheets like a flower waking from the bitter snow in the middle of Spring. She tiptoed as graceful as a ballerina across the hall to her mother’s room. Danielle pushed the cracked door open, alarm clock blaring. She knew something was different, wrong. Why hadn’t her mother heard the alarm clock annoyingly buzzing? She didn’t smell the usual smoke filled room, the stench was something unknown, foreign. Danielle’s mother was laying on the bed, blankets untouched, and bruises on her thighs. She tried shaking her mother awake but when she felt how cold she was, she knew that she was dead.
Tears slipped down Danielle’s face, an event that seemed uncontrollable, irrepressible. She ran through the hallway to the top of the stairs and shouted, “She’s dead!”
The rest of the day was a blur, out of her focus. Danielle had never been very close to her mother, and at times she was convinced she hated her but now she realizes that losing her mother is the worst thing that could have happened. What if later on they would be able to share everything? She wishes that she would’ve told her that she loved her and that she really did appreciate everything that she did for her younger brother, Jason and her. She wishes…but wishes never come true she’s learned.
Nothing seems existent, she was in denial, shock. Escaping reality by imagining she was locked up in a castle, waiting for her prince charming. It was like Danielle was walking on a continuous road but with each step, she moved backwards, never being able to reach the end.
Friends and family rushed over to the house for comfort and sympathetic words. “I’m so sorry about your mom.” is what she heard about a million times. That sentence was the part in the CD that kept on skipping, never finishing the song. Don’t they realize that a sorry doesn’t help, that it won’t bring her back, she thought, the pain eating away her insides like cancer.
Nightmares in dreams were better than the one that Danielle was living. Her life was about to change dramatically, and she was left there to break for the whole world to see.
Her Distortion
The mirror was as cold as a coffin, haunting her reflection. Things were never suppose to end up like this, she thought as she stared into herself. The morning played on like a movie inside her head, each scene escaping, uncovering her as the leading actress. The eyes that she displayed now seem dull, watery, and puffy when they used to be as blue as an ocean that you wanted to dive into.
Danielle awoke to the sound of her aunt screaming up the stairs, the words echoing, disturbing her dreams. “Wake your mom up. She was supposed to be at work an hour ago!”
It was summer, July 21st to be exact. Sunlight was leaking through the windows, pouring warmth onto her bed. As her eyes adjusted from her sweet slumber, Danielle rose from the soft sheets like a flower waking from the bitter snow in the middle of Spring. She tiptoed as graceful as a ballerina across the hall to her mother’s room. Danielle pushed the cracked door open, alarm clock blaring. She knew something was different, wrong. Why hadn’t her mother heard the alarm clock annoyingly buzzing? She didn’t smell the usual smoke filled room, the stench was something unknown, foreign. Danielle’s mother was laying on the bed, blankets untouched, and bruises on her thighs. She tried shaking her mother awake but when she felt how cold she was, she knew that she was dead.
Tears slipped down Danielle’s face, an event that seemed uncontrollable, irrepressible. She ran through the hallway to the top of the stairs and shouted, “She’s dead!”
The rest of the day was a blur, out of her focus. Danielle had never been very close to her mother, and at times she was convinced she hated her but now she realizes that losing her mother is the worst thing that could have happened. What if later on they would be able to share everything? She wishes that she would’ve told her that she loved her and that she really did appreciate everything that she did for her younger brother, Jason and her. She wishes…but wishes never come true she’s learned.
Nothing seems existent, she was in denial, shock. Escaping reality by imagining she was locked up in a castle, waiting for her prince charming. It was like Danielle was walking on a continuous road but with each step, she moved backwards, never being able to reach the end.
Friends and family rushed over to the house for comfort and sympathetic words. “I’m so sorry about your mom.” is what she heard about a million times. That sentence was the part in the CD that kept on skipping, never finishing the song. Don’t they realize that a sorry doesn’t help, that it won’t bring her back, she thought, the pain eating away her insides like cancer.
Nightmares in dreams were better than the one that Danielle was living. Her life was about to change dramatically, and she was left there to break for the whole world to see.