Her Only Escape

August 10th, 2007

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. “I can’t do this anymore.” She whispered to the silence of the dark house as she set an empty wine glass down on the table next to a small glass bottle, “I have tried and tried again…but I have grown tired and weary.” Her voice was soft against the silence, barely being heard by the walls that surrounded her. In her long white silk night gown, she glided gracefully over to the window and looked out at the quiet night that blessed the atmosphere. It made her even lonelier than she felt now.

She closed her eyes and allowed her head to drop, as she breathed a little more slowly now. He was always gone, leaving her alone with nothing but her conscious to talk to. She was always quiet, never getting close to anyone, never going out into what most people called the world. He was all he had, and even he had abandoned her most of the months. Business always lured him away, but she knew, she knew he always found his way into the arms of another woman.

Tears stung at the rims of her emerald green orbs as she pursed her lips and sniffled only once. She looked up to the darkened night sky, “Why must I always be alone?” She asked it. Never really expecting an answer, her shoulders sagged in disappointment. She turned from the window and looked back over her shoulder as the a soft transparent-seeming curtain gracefully fell to reduce the moonlight that dimly lit the neat white kitchen.

She found her way back over to the small round wooden table and replaced herself in the chair and there she laid her head down and allowed her arm to lay limply out in front of her. “I just can’t do this….” She murmured softly but then stood quickly, knocking over the chair and grabbing the closest thing to her and flinging it across the room. With a loud “CRACK” the glass busted onto the floor as she done the same to another piece that sat nearby. “I can’t take this anymore!” She screamed at the top of her voice as she continued to throw the glass. “Why couldn’t you just…!” She finished this sentence not with words but with a loud scream of frustration as she through the last piece of glass at the window which shattered it. Causing glass to litter the ground below it.

By now tears had stained her frail face as she solemnly removed the cork from the bottle that remained unharmed on the table. Without a word, without a sound, she poured the slender wine glass half full of the unknown liquid.

Calmly, she set the bottle down and held the glass up to the resting light fixture that hung above the table. “To you…my dear..” She said softly before tipping the glass to her unpainted lips and emptied the glass in a matter of moments. Soon, the glass fell from her hand as her body fell with a “THUD” to the cold linoleum floor. She only took one last look at her lifeless form as she disappeared into the night…