Red
She puts on a white dress…
White chiffon with silver piping.
Feels like a cloud.
Looks like an angel
Stares at her self in the mirror. She smiles.
‘I am beautiful. He was right.’
She sees her cheeks begin to blush.
Recalls the touch of his palm against her skin.
A tear forms beneath one eye.
Her heart sinks as she remembers what she is about to do.
She closes her eyes.
Takes a deep breath.
His face is all she can see.
Sunken radiant eyes, cute button nose, subdued smile hiding chipped, irregular teeth.
Mouthing I love yous.
The tear escapes her clenched lids.
She turns around and walks to the gilded bathroom.
Another mirror to see her self reflected in.
She takes one last look at herself.
Takes the knife out.
The blade is cold against her skin.
Her eyes shut.
No, she thinks I must witness this.
Her eyes open.
She pushes the blade against her skin. Watches the blood begin to gush down.
A little more pressure. A lot more blood.
The silver piping turns red.
The white chiffon becomes a deep pink.
Satisfied that the blade is in deep enough to not miss, she moves it quickly across her throat.
A croak. A sigh. A wheeze and a cough.
As the artery is severed, the blood begins to sputter out. Rises to her mouth choking of the wind pipe. She tries to breath but the oxygen drowns in the blood. Hadn’t thought it would be this painful. Hadn’t thought she’d suffocate.
Too late now. Soon enough it will be over.
Slowly the life begins to drain from her legs. She crumples down to the marbled floor.
Sees her reflection falling.
She can feel the blood pouring form her throat and her mouth, pool around her face.
The warm stickiness of her life coloring her cheeks red.
She can still see the mural painted on the ceiling. Angels looking down on her.
Turning red,
Everything is red.
He hates red. She thought
I hate red.
Everything is red now.
Red forever,
She closes her eyes for the black she so wants to see.
Out of the darkness she sees his face.
Smiling. Comforting. Beckoning.
She can almost feel his embrace,. His body warm against her rapidly cooling one.
Shivers of fear turn to shivers of ecstatic reunion.
Her soul drifts out of her, and her body succumbs to the stillness of death.
finally she smiles.
Comments
almost felt like i couldnt breathe at the point where she slits her throat ...brilliant!!
hahahaha. sorry. lol
definitely has an effect on the reader.
*still in shock*
Cheers!!!
Hmm, come to think of it, i've never really seen a dead body. They didnt even let me see my bros body. And to think i was the only composed person around.
sadaf - please don't do it.
I had no idea... I don't know what to say without sounding pretentious or lame, But you seem to have survived the experience unscathed, so i guess nothing needs to be said.
As for dead bodies, i've seen a few, they are quite unnerving. But what's really scary is that they can be made to smile with strategically placed tooth picks. Death is a fairly morbid business. I hope you never ever have to see a dead body. It just does a number on your psyche for a long long time.
Besides the lady in the post isn't smiling AFTER she has expired, she begins to smile AS she dies.
During the process . LIke while the proverbial kick is apporaching the bucket, just before contact she smiles... have u never seen an indian movie.?
acha tell me... when was the last time u saw blood on white cloth appear as pink? it never apears as pink.. it looks its original color.. RED :-| ab woh white shiffon ho ya cotton... blood will never look pink on it...
whats with the silver piping btw? :-D
and i was just jokin about the amile... its fun to annoy u :-D aik baar tareef kar daali thi, kaafi hai, its boring to keep saying it again and again. :-)
as for the silver piping... ever heard of symbolism?
im so lost in this one..
whoa... i did that symbo wymbo thingy!
so unlike me.
and dp u should know abuot silver and red and green and blue... disco? disco? disco?