Coldness

Mixture of blood and rain made her body look like pink cotton candy, like the one she used to pluck with her pale fingers as a child.  

She always got lost in things. Once she got a teddy from her dad and pretended it was alive. She named it Mousey. Mousey was her only friend. They shared secrets, food, toys and even baths. No one else mattered, not even her, as long as Mousey was safe and happy.  It was closest to love she ever felt.

She always got lost in thoughts. Once she fell in love with a girl in the library. The girl had red hair and a smile that reminded her of a fairytale she used to love. She imagined her life next to this mysterious girl. Everyone else became invisible to her. When the girl spoke to her in the corridor, her heart exploded in million pieces that no one could ever glue back.

She always loved too much. Once she tried to tell the world what she is like. She expected that the world would love her as much as she loved the world.  It didn't. She got sadder and sadder as each day passed by. Nothing she tried made them happy. They laughed and gave her names and in the end they pushed her... They pushed her so far away that the abyss swallowed her whole.

Mousey was old and too weak to keep her safe. The girl was too far away to hear her.

She still felt his skin under her nails and the smell of his sweat in her nostrils even though he was probably hours away by now. She still felt his pocket knife under her chin and the warm cuts it left behind.

Shivering on the sidewalk she called out, but her vocal chords didn't work.

Nothing worked anymore. I guess it was okay to breathe out the pain.

She didn't breathe in.

 

Reviews

[A. Mourraven]

"Nothing worked anymore. I guess it was okay to breathe out the pain.

She didn't breathe in."

This is such a touching, heart-breaking story. I can feel the raw emotions in this and feel the coldness. I'm anticipating reading more of your work.

[Ina Waltz]

Thank you! Means a lot to me.

[A. Mourraven]

You're welcome!