My Foundations are all Crumbling

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A life not worth living. Not good, it is for a contest.

Submitted: May 17, 2011

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Submitted: May 17, 2011

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The wind struggled to thieve the only brilliance in my life. The balloons shook in the violence of the wind. They were shaking with anticipation. They craved to leave my side. They were screaming at me. Just like everyone else... Just like the world...

...

I scampered up the stairs, desperate to escape the madman that was pursuing me...

  "I'm gonna get you!" I heard them holler.

  My chest pounded as I reached my bedroom door. I fumbled with the lock, my fingers shaking as I turned the knob. I feel onto my floor, heart racing, stomach twisting…

  I strained and managed to get up again without falling over…

  My eyes scanned the room, trying to find an exit. The window. No, it was two storeys high.

  And then it was too late…

  The male figure was dressed in all black, clinging to his body. He even wore a balaclava, with only his green eyes and full lips showing.

  I stared at him, terror gripping me as the figure came closer, his jade orbs glinting as he looked at me.

  I closed my lids.

  I can't believe he had won. And I had lost…

...

He grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed, laughing.

  "NO!" I screamed. He acted so well, I seriously believed I was being chased by a murderer.

  "I got you!"

  He started tickling me and I giggled uncontrollably.

  "Jack! Ge- get off me!"

  Jack stared down at me and gave a mischievous grin. "No way. I like it here."

  "Well then at least stop tickling me! You know I hate it," I said, pulling him down and hugging him.

  He sighed in my ear, and I closed my eyes to his soft breathing and slowing heart rate. It soothed me. The sound of his sweet lullaby echoing throughout my whole body. I could lie like this forever, just listening, just feeling him.

  He was the one good thing in my life. The rest had decayed right before my eyes. My parents never listened, never knew the pain. But Jack did. He understood, he helped. He was the silver lining on my ever present cloud.

  "I love you," I whispered.

  He rubbed his cheek against mine.

  "I love you too, Bree."

...

Jack. He was my everything. The only joy in a world that was rotten and disfigured, torturing me.

  My mind was still branded with the memory of my friend dying right in front of my eyes. I could still see her mangled body on the floor, still smell the blood, still sense the murderer on the outskirts of the scene. I felt nauseous every time I thought about it.

  And as though this scar could not get any worse, the bullying started… Groups interrogated me, BLAMED me for what happened. Picking at my wounds so they would never heal.

  I was made an outcast, left alone in the corner to weep and play the devastating scene over and over in my mind…

  And then there was Jack. Striding into my life and whisking me off my feet, and showing me what life could be like. I never thought I could recover… until I met Jack.

 

My heart raced with excitement. It was my seventeenth birthday today and I was going to see Jack soon. He was coming to my little celebration, along with a few close friends.

  I hadn't seen him in a few days, and was itching to hear his voice again.

  My thongs slapped the pavement as I almost skipped to his front door. I tapped lightly, and waited a second. There was no answer. Great.

  I rummaged in my bag for the key to his house that Jack had given me a while ago. I felt the smooth metal on my fingertips and grabbed the object tightly before pulling it out and shoving it into the keyhole.

  The door swung open and I tip-toed inside the house. It was so quiet that it felt wrong to break the silence.

  But then as I walked further down the hall, the house seemed not so silent after all.

  I burst into Jack's room and stopped short.

  My mind tried to take in the data, but I just couldn't make sense of the picture playing in front of me.

  There he was… there SHE was. Wrapped around his body like a cheap scarf for a sleazy hooker.

  Jack stared at me, and then opened his mouth to explain, but no words came out.

  I wanted to die. I wanted them both to die. I craved to be the one that killed them.

  How could he do this to me? Tears welled up in my eyes. How could this happen to me… again?

  "YOU FILTHY B*****D!" I screeched, shaking with hurt and anger. "YOU LIAR! YOU CHEATER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO F***ING MUCH!"

  I ran away, not turning back as salt water stained my cheeks.

  My silver lining had darkened, and all that was left were storm clouds, letting the rain pour down with my tears.

The wind struggled to thieve the only brilliance in my life. The balloons shook in the violence of the wind. They were shaking with anticipation. They craved to leave my side. They were screaming at me. Just like everyone else... Just like the world...

  Why would it matter if I let the strings go? Let them free and wander the ether?

  Maybe it was because they were my foundations to earth. Keeping me here with that fragile effort that was almost decaying.

  It was selfish of me, of course, to make them stay, rotting with me. Decaying into the filth I called my life.

  Those balloons had tried in vain to bring me joy, but they had failed. And now they wanted to be free of me, but I would not until they had completed their impossible task.

  I knew deep down, nothing could help. Not the earnest sympathy of a true friend, not the optimistic hues of a carefree party decoration. And time is just dragging the wounds in the dirt, picking up stones and pain.

  Nothing helps this kind of scar. Nothing heals a broken heart…

  I stared into the ocean. So silent and dark. Depths of woe hidden beneath a shining surface. Could it endure my suffering? Could it handle one more shattered life?

  My fingers loosened on the strings… my foundation to earth… and I let go...


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