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A Year In July

Short story By: tika123love

I don't even know. This popped in my head while I was in a car.

Submitted:Feb 28, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

With a quick slash of glass to the skull and a scream from my mouth
that even I couldn't hear. It escaped from my lips like a scared gasp. Only quicker.
Sounds of shattering glass from the inside of picture frames and old cups
surrounded the room. Dust flew across the bookshelf, creating a small tornado.
But mostly, it was just glass. Glass jars and sculptures smashed on to the hardwood
floor, leaving only little white marks to keep me reminded of this day. July 17th.
My bare arms bled from the glass, but there wasn't much pain. Not there anyway.
The only pain was coming from my head and my heart. I covered my ears to block
out the noise, but it seemed everything else was blocking out the silence. I tried
to leave. To run. But I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to leaving. The screams
grew louder and so did the ringing in my ears. The door rattled as it slammed shut,
leaving the room almost silent. The only noises were the sounds of tears, and
one last picture falling from the bookshelf. A picture of a man and woman
side by side in formal attire. The girl's was beautiful and the man was handsome.
They both held a beautiful smile on their faces, but as the picture fell to the
ground their smiles faded. The last piece of glass shattered and it was louder
than anything else before it. The noise could've killed me and I wish it did.
But it didn't, and I stayed this way for a while.


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