The Hopeless Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
i just started writing one night... wanting to write something... ANYTHING!!! and voila!! it's kinda depressing, but i hope everyone likes it!!!

Submitted: April 09, 2009

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I awaken to a warm orange-yellow sun, shinning brightly on my face. My eyes see a pinkish color, the sun trying to break through the shield. Trying not to stir, I force myself to shut out the outside world. Lying alone, I give myself a mental pep talk. It’s like a constant psychological competition. Can I come up with a better reason to stay put? Finally, after the war is waged, I slowly pull myself out of bed. The suction of life pulling me in is unbelievably clear.
I step out onto the high balcony. The air is cool as it rushes to my face. My hair is blowing ferociously around my face. Whips have never felt so caressing before. I look far into the distance. A terrible strain is put on the eyes. Up close, everything is so large and full of life. But in the distance, everything looks so tiny and quiet. It’s as if there is nothing there. Yet I know something is there. I had ventured there many a time before. Life consumes everything that dare come near. I violently shake my head. Recollections of the past seem more like curses. What a true curse!
Leaving my room, I follow a long hallway. What lies at the end, no one has ever found. As I continue down, the walls become dense. Claustrophobia is setting in. The dryness in my mouth will make it impossible to scream. Warning signs flash before my eyes. Loud warning bells ring in my ears. The sound is piercing. Yet, my feet are stuck in drive. I can’t shift into reverse. U turns are next to impossible. My feet carry me to what seems like my doom. But then I remember that night. Nothing could ever be worse than that night.
No! My head screamed. I was right in front of the door. My hand and the door were in close proximity. My heart beats hard. My heart beats loud. Boom! Boom! Boom! I wonder aloud, “If there are any ghosts, can they hear my heart?” Boom! Boom! Boom! Sweat forms in droplets across my forehead. Boom! Boom! Boom! Suspense is high in the air…
And it drops. My heart fell to my feet. It is eerily quiet. Then I realize I stopped breathing. Breathing resumes, in a quiet, short pattern.
My hand lay on the handle. With what seemed like every once of energy, I slowly turned it. A screeching noise was released as I slowly opened the door. Carefully, I take a small, short glance in the room. It looked average. Placed around the room were your standard bed, dresser, and TV. Light streamed in from a crack between the shades. The light sparkled, through and through. Its beauty captivated me, drawing me closer to the center of the room. I spin in the light. The warmth is fulfilling. Basking within it became one of my best ideas. I soon realize that the room itself had a special aura. The aura captivated you, trapped you. As I glance around the room, dust is clear. Adding antique to the description of the room.
Just like that, a gust of wind swirls around me. As my gaze falls on the room again, I realize something’s changed. I look everywhere, but nothing is obvious. Just when I was returning to my private tour, my eyes are locked on the door. The newly shut door that I had left open. Panic surges through my body. The warning signs have returned. The room is still captivating, it captivates living matters.
Running to the door, I try to open it. It’s locked. I started jiggling the handle. Trying to open the door is no use. My nails produce a deafening sound as they travel down the door. A soft moan leaves my mouth as tears roll down my face. Disbelief colors me. I am trapped. Leaning against the door, I try to think of a way out. My eyes scan the room, searching for a way out.
“There is no way out,” bellows a booming voice.
Frightened, I try to place the voice. But everything is still. Was it my imagination? Could I have conjured it all by myself?
As I sit against the door, I fall into the depths of thought. Ideas are random and scarce, yet overwhelming. Soon time is lost, as well as myself. Then, I remember nothing. My mind as well as everything else, go blank.
I wake to see the bright clear room, staring straight at me. Stars line the sky, the sight is breathtaking. Everything has a dim glow. I look around, trying to see if anything had changed. My eyes fall on a golden locket. Its shape, a heart. Temptation is too much. I walk over and pick it up. The debate pf opening it, or leaving it shut, is very consuming. Finally, opening it seemed like the best choice. I opened what seemed like years of history, captured in such a tiny space.
Lying is the locket were two pictures. On the left half was a picture of a little girl. The picture was black and white, and faded slightly. But I imagined the girl’s curls were a pretty blonde. Almost gold in color. And her eyes were a deep, vibrant blue. It made the most beautiful contrast. Yet it went so wonderful together. It seems almost merry. The girl’s face is rounded with little chubby cheeks. Her age was probably five. Questions fill my mind. Who is the little girl? Where is she now?
Then my attention is brought to the right half. A lovely couple looking very much in love, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. The connection between them was apparent. It reminded me of fireworks. They were beautiful and explosive. The woman had dark, rich brown hair in my mind. Her face had the slightest smudge of pink on her high cheek bones. Her eyes were a mossy green.
Then my eyes shifted to the man. His face looked fairly masculine. I could see he top of him and he looked like he had his military uniform on. He had black hair, similar to charcoal. His eyes were blue, replicating the little girl’s.
As I was admiring the beautiful family, something wet slipped from the corner of my eye. A tear. How can something so beautiful make someone so sad? True love is the answer. It’s a longing for it. Before my eyes, I saw the millions of things I would do for just one minute of it.
Slowly and reluctantly, I close the locket. A smile forces its way to my face. The similarity between the locket and my quest for true love is hilarious! Just like the locket, my quest for love, I have just closed.
Once I pull myself out of my own realm, I realize it’s breaking dawn. My tear-stained face felt extremely tight. My eyes felt heavy. I could hardly believe that I had made it this far. Ha! Those were the same words I had said after that frightful night. Lying there alone, without anyone, was so very hard. He left me there. He was my supposed true love. But what I thought I saw in our relationship, was just a mirage. Oh, how I wish he would leave my mind permanently. Yet, deep in my heart, I know he never will.
So I watch day break, because I am trapped. I watch day break, because I am alone. I watch day break, because what else is there?  


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