Death Scene

A task we were set by our creative writing class, to write a death scene. Not really my thing but here we go!

The cobbled pavement of the alleyway was cold against her back, the stench of dampness overwhelming. She knew she should be scared. That’s what people were supposed to be in this situation.

 

But strangely she felt calm.

 

It was a cool night, a light breeze dancing to the hum of traffic. Music drifted fragrantly down from an open window, reverberating off the stone walls of the Manhattan apartments.

 

“Grant my last request and just let me hold you”

 

How ironic when she was alone. When the one person she needed most was thousands of miles away in their London flat.

 

She wished he was here.

 

His smiling face gazing down at her, his lilting accent whispering reassurance to her. He’d brush her hair out of her eyes, cradling her in his arms, protecting her from the world; soothing her pain.

 

She smiled despite herself, he lessened her pain. Shifting uncomfortably there was another desperate attempt to reach for her mobile, but it was in vain. Tears began to roll silently down her cheeks as she took another shaky, laboured breath and looked up at the stars.

 

It really was a beautiful night.

 

Slowly she reached for the locket around her neck, softly whispering the lyrics of the song still floating in the air.

 

“I just want you closer, is that alright? Baby let’s get closer, tonight”

 

A smile graced her lips as her eyelids fluttered shut. Her breathing began to slow, evening out somewhat as she heard the faint buzz of sirens.

 

Then everything was peaceful.