"COME BACK!"
She screamed to the waters, over and over again. Wiping a tear from her cheek, "COME BACK!" The black dress represents the death and mourning. The death and mourning of a dear friend. She thought to herself how she could quite possibly lose everything she had. Her job, her Other friends, the respect of her family and everyone around her, and possibly her freedom. her failed attempt to calm herself down by inhaling and exhaling, turned into hyperventilation. After all she has been through in the recent months, the loss of her friend would be the one to send her over the edge. "COME BACK!"
"IT'S not going to come back Melanie, you know that. IT'S gone forever." a subtle yet condescending Voice sounded.
The look on her face changed from surprise to confused. What was The Voice talking about? What is IT? Surely The Voice is not referring to my dear friend. She searched for where the voice originated, but found nothing, but herself spinning around in circles finding hopeless nothings.
"IT?" she questioned aloud.
"There is no friend, Melanie, you KNOW what IT is. Do not be naive."
The Voice slowly faded out, and resided in her as a feeling of bewilderment. She knew what the voice meant, she did not want to except it, but the mere fact that she even heard the voice proved it true. No... Had she really lost her mind instead of a dear friend? Could she be wearing this black dress to mourn the loss of her sanity? Damn.
"COME BACK SANITY!"
I love the feeling that is poured in. Your perspentive on the prompt. It leaves you wondering what happened to make this women so sad.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the emotion and the great desire of the woman. It was kind of like an acid trip. I love it.
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