Abandoned
By hobazz
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Little snowflakes dropped on her head and her shoulders, making her
hair and clothes cold and damp. Her teeth chattered as the chill seeped
through her body like razors cutting through the very marrow of her
bones. Everything around her was blanketed in white. As white as her
hallow face and thin limbs. She almost looked like a skeleton in a worn
out jacket and oversized overalls.
She walked slowly, making her way to a nearby bench. As she moved,
every muscle felt like frozen aluminum foil trying to be made miscible
and the pain shot through the rest of her body that she held her
breath. She didn't know exactly why, but it felt as though her pain
traveled through her arteries with oxygen.
She reached the bench a long while later, but it didn't matter, no one
was waiting for her. She thought back to the time when she did have
someone to share her life with. That nice man that gave her some turkey
when he saw her wandering outside his house two Thanks Giving's ago.
That day was the first in which she felt thankful. She was thankful
that this man had come to her like an angel when she was on the brink
of perishing from starvation and fatigue.
She remembered the sympathy she saw in his brown eyes when he offered
her his spare room as her shelter. She remembered the wave of relief
that flooded her thoughts and her gratefulness. She remembered the
trust she'd gradually built in him and how she started to look up to
him as a father figure.
Tears filled her eyes at the memory and started to fall down as she
felt the bitter sweetness intensify. Her nose felt warm and she
imagined it to be red.
She collapsed on the bench and let the memories flood through her mind
because she knew she was powerless to stop them. So she surrendered;
surrendered to the pain she was reliving once more. She remembered
every detail and it made her heart swell with remorse. She felt like a
glass bottle, its water freezing and expanding, threatening to make her
burst. Burst because the vividness of her memory frightened her.
Her hands started to shake violently, but she was oblivious to it. She
abruptly got up and ran. She ran as fast as she could a few blocks
until she reached the house. The same house she happened to stumble
into two Thanks Giving's ago. She tilted her head and surveyed the
scene before her. From a distance, it almost seemed familiar, but as
she drew closer, she remembered what it was like two Thanks Giving's
ago. Just another house protecting a comparatively content person from
the cold outside.
Her hand reached out to the doorknob. She didn't know why she grasped
its cool surface and turned it until the door slowly swung open. She
looked inside and saw what she had anticipated: nothing. Apart from the
cheap furniture, it was bare. Free from any life, activity or warmth.
She stepped in indifferently and closed the door behind her as if she
had every right to.
She pretended to put the keys down and could almost hear the clack, but
the silence was deafening. She sank slowly to the floor and cried
bitterly. Cried for his loss and the agony he put her through and for
the hopeless state she was in now. Her muffled sobs filled the vacant
house and her persistent wails did not recede; they seemed as perpetual
as her pain.
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