A lovely Death

"A girl's heart is more than a token to be given away and then so easily broken. A girl's heart is something that should be earned and from it hope that the roots of a family begin to firm. However, all too often as fate generally aids a helping hand a strong woman is beaten down to a little girl again. This is where we begin our ending."

Woodgrain was the first sight for groggy eyes. Eyes glazed over not with some good time substance, but with death. On this night a girls tears raced the rain. The earth was soaked through with sadness with everything taking a grey tone. However, this could be due to the fact eyes once dead begin to lose their sharpness. How did she die? Much more importantly how does someone, anyone who is dead find themselves suddenly awake?

To put it simply the how and why she had no clue. Despite having a cloudy memory, she knew she hadn't just died. The worm poking out of her belly button told her that. Memories flashed in between the trees. The crunching of metal and then just a cold feeling. Is it possible for someone without a heartbeat to feel their heartbeat faster in their chest? Perhaps anxiousness is a trait that endures. She roamed what seemed like an endless night, living partially in memory finding herself awaking many times. With each time she awoke she felt like herself a little more, as if she was finally piecing together who she was. Each new memory clung to her like a patchwork quilt of who she used to be. She couldn't rest yet though. Beyond the decay and the preservatives that kept her looking like her best interpretation of a Christmas ham she felt that she had been awoken for a reason. Something... No. Maybe someone? Called out to her from deep inside the dark of the wood.

Like a flashlight amongst the fog a memory of place she once loved came to her. There was only place she could ever call safe, the clearing in the woods. She ran to that clearing with all the speed her decaying body could allow her; just wanting a single chance for normalcy. What is normalcy for a corpse you ask? To be honest she herself quite did not know. She was tired, so tired yet nowhere felt safe to lay.

Her heart was low in her chest and as cold as her surroundings. Eyes glazed by death opened two days before. The moon cast a lackluster glow amongst the trees. Now as she roamed the forest the world it seemed had once more lost all its color. A blur of hope caused some of the grey ahead to dance in teal hues. Out of the corner of her eye what began as a blur took the shape of a tall pale man. A man with eyes so piecing blue and a head that defied the laws of whiteness. It was within this man she felt the call of her awakening pulling her forward, allowing her to beat the exhaustion that had rendered every step of her journey one step closer to eternal sleep.

"Darlin is that you?" She managed to whisper.

"Only if you're 21 or older I can't break my probation." he joked.

"What did you do." She yelled .an orange burst of rage shot through her as she beat her fist on his chest.

He lifted up his head to show me a sore on his neck. "Car wreck. Can't you tell by this suit and tie I finally got my license?" he laughed.

They both couldn't stop laughing. He had had learners license for eight years. Eight years of joking how if he ever got the guts to take the driving test he would where his grandfather's old pinstripe suit for one rad license photo. We were assholes really. Here we were, both dead rotting in the rain, laughing about dying when our mothers were probably at home bawling their eyes out, but boy ain't that the way of the world. Someone's misery is another person's joy. We were God's broken toys. Talk of having children and buying houses had been replaced by comparing coffins and the shades of death we wore.

Now as we sit two corpses cuddled under an oak at night, I know that one day we will just be dust beneath the earth; recycled back to where it all began. Now with my king in my arms all my business on this earth was finished. Was this what I had been awakened for? Two lovers reunited by car crashes and fate. It was time to journey to what was next. Having used what strength, they had for finding one another they had sunk below a tree in a bed they had taken quite some time to make. She was so nervous. What was next? What if she had found her love just to lose him once more. they lay there about to close their eyes for the last time. Despite a year's decay my emotions still felt real. Her maggots were aquiver with anxiousness.

"Hey Jack, what if we can't find each other when we wake up?

"Pull yourself together doll. We have an eternity to look for each other."