Glass

A Story by Ashley

This isn't meant to make any sense. It's just something ripped out of a story.

She ran to the door, her feet not being able to carry her fast enough. Her run was a clumsy one, a one that screamed she had never done an athletic thing before, but she didn’t care how foolish she looked through the curtain free window. She didn’t care that he could watch her run to a door nearly three feet away from her, just because she wanted to see him. She didn’t care at all.

She began to twist the doorknob, when she panicked. It wouldn’t twist. She tried with all her might to get it to move, to force it open, but she couldn’t. It remained in that same position, taunting her with its obscure manner of locking her in her own room. Making her a prisoner of her own life. Internally she was swearing at her mother for doing this, but it was no use. Her swearing didn’t help her open the door, and eventually defeated, she went back to the window.

She placed her bare, pale hands on the glass, the icy cold seeping into her, causing chills to run up and down her spine. Her body heat mixed with the cold formed a layer of fog around her hand, making the glass slippery. This was irrelevant to her. All she could notice was the defeated look on his face, and how he knew he would never see her again.

She saw the first drops of snow begin to fall, little puffs of powder falling from the sky like rain when it begins to drizzle. She looked over to the rose in it’s glass casing. There were only two petals left, one of them dropping so low, it might as well just fall. If that happened though, she wouldn’t know what to do.

She stared, transfixed at the petals that had gathered around the base of the pink rose. They all lay perfectly forming a halo around the bottom, with only two missing petal spots. It reminded her of when nearly a year ago he had told her she had a choice, and that day she decided she couldn’t live with out him. It just wasn’t right.

The petals at the bottom were doing something odd. They had always remained that, crisp light pink shade even after they had fallen off the rose, but they were starting to turn brown. The tips became a light brown color, and eventually it made it’s way closer to the middle. And that’s when the second to last petal fell.

She jerked her head back outside her window, and saw him standing there, his body already beginning to fade like the morning sun. Knowing that she didn’t have much longer to get outside, she did something she never thought she would even have to think about doing.

It was impossible to open her bedroom door since her mother locked it from the outside during the morning before she left. And there was no way she could go busting down a door. So she did the next best thing. She grabbed a wooden baseball bat that stood in the corner of her room, and swung at the window.

Glass shattered everywhere, shards cutting into her skin, spewing all over the wooden floor, even falling with the snow, the pieces looking like ice the way they glinted the late afternoon light. She threw the bat down on the floor, shocked that she had managed to do that. Her arms shook from the impact, and she began to feel the throbbing of the glass that was embedded in her skin.

She pushed the pain outside of her mind when she noticed the petals of the pale pink rose. It hadn’t even been a minute, and they last petal was beginning to wilt. She panicked, and ran towards her window, grabbing on to the sharp edges of the glass, wincing as it dug into her skin as she gripped them in preparation to jump.

The only thing stopping her was the look down. There weren’t any plants at this time of year, but there were bare branches, that looked like they would hurt when she would fall on them. There were also light bulbs strung on them, which she figured she had enough glass in her skin as it was. One look at her lovely boyfriend fading in the afternoon breeze pushed all hesitation out of her mind.

She gripped the glass even harder, the ridged chards cutting deeper into her skin. The bitter cold cut through her, since she was just in shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt, and snow was begging to compile on the floor right next to her window. And then she was flying through the air, the bushes with lights coming closer and closer.

She hadn’t thought what was going to happen once she left with him. All she knew was that she was meant to be with him. Forever. And she wasn’t going to let him go so easily. If you would have told her a year ago, that the rose he gave her would never die until he was going to, she wouldn’t believe you. She would look you in the eyes and tell you “you’re crazy.” And walk off.

The rose did last the whole year, and now that he was on the brink of dieing from his own people, that he was being hunted down for medaling with everything, his rose was dieing, was wilting and fading till there was nothing left just like him.

She hit the bushes with a thud, branches snapping as she landed on her back. She stumbled; grabbing any thing she could to hoist herself up onto her feet. When she managed to, the blood that was dripping down he arms made little droplets on the snow, creating an eerie effect as she ran towards him. Her feet were numb by the first step, since she decided not to use shoes. She pushed through the pain.

She sprinted across her yard, small footprints being left in the snow. Her breathing was heavy, since it was cold, and her body was practically numb from the moment she got out there. When she looked up to see him, or lack of him, she knew the petal was about to fall and disappear. She could barely make him out, his figure almost a ghost, and she could see the panic in his barely there eyes as he saw her sprinting across her yard, blood dripping from her hands and feet.

She jumped on him, hugging him tightly, holding on to the last bit of him. She buried her head in his barely there shoulder, sobbing. Her blood was helping to form his figure as it smeared from her hands to his back and hair. He whispered into her ear “Do you want to leave with me?” She nodded yes into his shoulder, and with a tilt of his body, she was no longer in the cold damp snow.