Twelve hours flickered away as the cascading gloom of night scattered away to unveil the looming sunrise. Her phone was silent in those ticking hours whereas it’d normally be consumed with a familiar voice that spoke of nothing in particular. If not that voice, at least gentle breathing, muffled talk from exhaustion, or even the buzzing of the phone as it alerted a text message. All of the above had been absent tonight. Amongst this bewildering silence, the girl sat upright to gaze downwards at her phone, Nothing. Why hadn’t her love spoken to her tonight?
Upon past scenarios the two had shared, silent nights normally indicated not-so-accidental accidents. There had been a lot of them too. Overdoses, unzipped arms, rope necklaces, occasional flying from the roof of the closest building that looked high enough. Each silence was unsettling. Help never did what it was suppose to though. Misery loved only company and company the two were, misery and all.
The girl stood and shuffled to her bedroom door, the rattling of her air conditioner desperately attempting to keep up with her human need for heat sounding constantly throughout the air. Over her thin tank top and baggy pyjama pants, she donned her winter coat as well as boots and a hat. She opened the door. Then another. Soon, she had embarked outside. Snow crunched under her boots as the thick footwear mercilessly flattened any material in her path. Her steps were meaningful. Nothing else in her life had been.
It had been twenty minutes of rigid breathing due to frozen air and groaning snow until the girl had finally reached a small and dilapidated residence. Sun peeked hopefully over the horizon. Its rays hugged the fronts of trees and the surface of snow, evading the shadows like the darkness was toxic. The snow was untouched in this area, but among that virgin snowfall that blanketed the ground there lied a mess of crimson hair and familiar curves. She didn’t rush. She didn’t run. Snow rhythmically crunched under her once again as she approached the only origin of color.
There, another girl laid bare. Her light eyes with the darkest rings from exhaustion were wide open. Her skin had become the faintest white to the point of translucency and every inch of it was visible. Even the lips that once parted for an expected kiss were now clasped tightly shut and tinted blue. Like the snow that bathed the earth around her, she was still. Untouched.
The girl that stood over the crippled form of beauty would’ve been devastated if she hadn’t had known how badly the other wanted this. The sun continued to climb up the sky and as it did she sat beside the girl, took the hypothermic hand that lie motionless, clasped it in hers, and brought it to her lips.
“You were as cold as winter before sunrise, yet you could be as fragile as porcelain. Indescribable in a way, but it seems the amount of words I could use never stopped.
Daybreak has came and went. You are gone.”
I wrote my Inspired By piece on Tragic Beauty by Mechanical Rose. I literally went through their entire profile and printed out every single piece on the webpage. I enjoy their work thoroughly. I actually used a modified version of the piece itself in the closing dialogue line of my short story type of thing. All credit to the original writer for that, really. Thank you.