Rock Bottom

The smell of smoke clung to her hair as she stared into the distance.  She brought the cigarette back to her lips, needing the numbness.  She missed the warmth of another hand in hers, the light of his smile shining down on her.

 

The memories flooded through her brain, warming her, if only for a moment.  Laying back on the grass, watching a blank sky roll overhead, not talking, just enjoying each others comany.  A simple, sweet kiss in silence, then another, but never imposing, never going to far.  A song shared by her favorite fountain, two voices twining, rising toward a faithful God.

 

And where was that God now?  Standing on the sidelines, non-existant, as a girl tore herself apart.

 

They say you have to reach rock bottom before you can rise again.  As she sat on the ground, her skirt flowering out around her, she was pretty sure she'd hit rock bottom long ago.  She'd let go of the best thing to ever happen to her in a moment of blind selfishness, a moment of physical need.

 

All that moment brought her was heartache.  One stabbing pain after another.  The girl wasn't even sure who she was anymore.  She was afraid of the person she'd become, afraid of what she was capable of doing.  To herself, and everyone else.

 

So she sat, a small insignificant girl, watching as the world she knew crumbled around her.  What was worse, only days before, that world had been glowing at her fingertips.

 

Now she sat and stared at nothing, as every good thing in her life faded away. 

Author's Note

Tell me what you honestly think.