Sing Me To Sleep (Music Is My Muse MIMM Challenge)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

[MIMM Challenge; Lullabies by All Time Low]

Read this after the story please. It will pull everything together: The song "Lullabies" has a hidden meaning behind it. The lead singer, Alex Gaskarth, of All Time Low's brother committed suicide. I haven't looked into how or why, but I'm sure it would be better to be left unsaid. So the story is very heavy for this reason.

If she knew that was the last time her eyes would have met the deepness in his, she would have convinced him to stay. Smacking her head to the concrete pillow, she felt it absorb everything that she needed to let go. Losing everything in a matter of minutes surely did not make Delilah's terrible week any better. Her head ached from the salty water that spilled from her two blue eyes. The hair around her fell into place, covering her head completely. Coaxing herself to sit in an upright position, Delilah wiped her eyes as best as she could. Soon after, she couldn't take the pain, so she let herself fall back onto the concrete bed and lose herself in a slumber.

In her dream, she was greeted by the sound of his voice. "I already miss you. I'm sorry, babe," was all he managed to say. His cantabile voice flowed through her ears. Unfortunately, dreams were the only place she would hear that soothing voice for a long while.

"Baby, why did you leave?" she interrogated, tears threatening to escape from the tiny jail of her eyelids. Blinking repeatedly, Delilah awaited an answer. What she received meant so much more, she just had not realized it yet.

"Please, don't get in over your head. Don't end up like me," he sang, voice fluttering off into nothingness. She held out her hand the moment he vanished into thin air. The song he serenaded her with so many times filled her dreamed ears, sinking into her very real soul.

When her eyes opened, the song remained a constant reminder of him. She flung her closet door open, in some sort of absolutely happy rage, pulling out clothes and tossing them on her soft carpet. Sliding into a black dress, brushing her hair frantically, and slipping on the most comfortable pair of dressy shoes she had, Delilah looked at herself in the mirror. Her shining keys found her shaking hand as she started her car. She drove out of town, finding herself adjacent to open fields. Her car turned down the long road just as many other people filed out. Her heart raced as she sat there blankly, turned off the car, and waited. She opened the door just as his mother walked past, weeping.

"I'm glad you decided to come," she stammered in between tears, "he's all yours now." His mother's eyes beamed red with anxiety, frustration, and simple sadness.

Delilah attempted her best smile, but her voice cracked as she bluntly said, "Thanks." The car door barely shut as she made her way, alone, to the field occupied with strange markers. A piece of her was now long gone, buried in the cold, unforgiving ground. Her heart would never he hers again, for now it would lay beside him.

Turning a complete circle, making sure she was alone, Delilah shouted, "You completely ruined my happy ending!" Her selfishness should have bothered her, but she yelled out of sheer pain. Nothing more, nothing less. She screamed for what seemed like hours, years, decades. For all of the pain she had gone through and would still go through. "You made a stupid choice. You had everything you wanted," she spoke to him, more gently this time. Her voice, that of a mother scolding her children, seemed harsh. She was only being practical, plain and simple. "You are all alone. You are making me wait my turn to see you again. You are killing me inside. You hear that? You are doing the same thing to me as you have done to yourself. You. All you!" her piercing voice cried. Sudden realization of never hearing his caring voice again, the singing of an angel, made her shudder.

Out of nowhere, Delilah faced his new home. The CD caught her eye, snatching her attention like a child grasping for a piece of candy. It read, He can still sing you to sleep, Delilah. This is for you. She found her hand flying forward, struggling to take the last thing she would receive from him, besides pain. In the other hand, she let a single red rose find its new home, with her heart and his lifeless body. There, the rose would forever lay, through the snow and the sunshine, above his meaningless name.

Submitted: March 31, 2010

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Susan Vallante

Wow, super emotional, really goes with the song.

Just don't forget to let the other judges know you posted, you can find links to their pages on the MIMM page!

Wed, March 31st, 2010 9:52pm


Okay, thanks for reminding me :)

Sat, April 3rd, 2010 7:16am


I apologize for not being signed in, but booksie won't let me sign in and leave a comment. It keeps logining me out when I come to a story page.
Anway. Great job!
It was sad. I could feel her emotions as my own.
I like how you you didn't give him a name in the story, it reflected the anger she as feeling that he left her.
Thank you for joining the challenge!

Sat, April 3rd, 2010 5:30pm


Thank you very very much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Mon, April 5th, 2010 8:06am

Katherine Coitier

Nice job...She can still hear his voice as he sings. Love how you incorporated the artist's background into your story. Good luck in the challenge.

Sat, April 3rd, 2010 11:33pm


Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked the story.

Mon, April 5th, 2010 8:07am


full of emotion. this is my kind of story.
i loved how much emotion you put into your worlds. i loved how you made the reader feel the pain that she feels for her lost lover.
as for the endding, a bit cheesy. but i liked it.
goodluck with the challenge. :]

Fri, April 9th, 2010 12:13pm


Thanks :) I'm quite terrible at endings to begin with, but thank you for reading.

Sun, April 11th, 2010 6:45am


This was very well written. In most stories I read people all describe crying the same but you did awesome with it. Short and sweet, bitter sweet I guess, very well done. Thanks for entering! I enjoyed reading this though it was sad.


Mon, April 12th, 2010 8:35pm


Thank you very much :)

Fri, April 16th, 2010 4:33pm

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