There’s darkness all around me.
I try to scream, all I hear is silence.
It’s wet here, that’s the first thing I notice.
Where am I?
I try to breathe in, but there is no air.
There is only darkness.
I choke and cough, and I need air.
There is no air.
And now I realize my clothes are drenched, and the weight of them is dragging me down.
Or up?
Or maybe elsewhere.
Then where?
I’m being tossed around, the currents are violent.
I struggle up.
Or am I just pulling myself farther down?
I don’t know.
I’m not sure where ‘up’ is anymore.
I float in midair.
Or mid-darkness?
It’s silent here.
The silence is pressing on me.
I scream again, but no sound comes.
Only a few bubbles escape my mouth.
They shimmer for a few seconds, then disappear.
The silence is pressing on me.
I listen harder, but I cannot hear.
And then there is sound.
I do not know what the sound is.
It’s a soft hammering, but the sound is gentle.
Like water hitting the roof.
Small drops strike my body, drenching me even more.
It’s raining.
Where am I?
Someplace where it rains.
But I cannot see, and there’s nothing for me to feel.
And yet…
The darkness hardens below me.
My cheek presses into the ground.
My body is sprawled across the pavement.
I hurt.
My arms won’t move, and I do not feel my legs.
And I can’t see them either, I can’t see anything.
And then I see a sparkle of light, far off.
And then another one appears.
And another.
Soon the sky above me is littered with small, dull stars.
Where am I?
A street light flickers on.
I see a sidewalk.
A dark house.
A tree.
I am here.
Sprawled across the rough pavement of the street.
Unnoticed, alone, hurt.
I cannot move.
I try anyway.
I tilt my head just a little bit, and try to see what has happened to me.
My neck screams in protest, but now I can see my body.
I do not feel my legs, but I can see them.
They are torn up and bloody.
The rest of me is too.
My clothes are drenched, but not with rain.
My clothes are drenched with blood.
And then the pain hits.
It will not leave me alone, the pain.
It reaches every part of my broken body, leaving nothing behind.
Funny, I felt nothing until now.
What am I doing here?
A light flicks on in the dark house.
A silhouette is traced against the yellow window, a dark shape is looking out.
Looking out straight at me.
I can almost hear them gasp; they dash away from the window.
The house is hazy because of the rain; the rain is a curtain between that person and me.
Some time later, the person comes running out of the house.
I hear sirens nearby.
I close my eyes, I can tell they are too late.
I’m drifting up, and the pain is washed away with the rain.
The pain is no more.
I open my eyes, and far below me I see…
I see a broken body
That used to be me.
There are paramedics
Rushing around.
There are people surrounding
The body on the ground.
I look at all the people.
I know some, others not.
He's not among them.
I miss him, a lot…
I guess I knew he wouldn’t come
When I was finally dead
He were never there when I needed him most
He’d rather be with thehis friendsinstead.
What happened here?
I do not know.
But there's my body,
There's blood stains in the snow.
Maybe i died in an accident.
But I will never find out...
For I am a but a broken dead girl,
Lying on the hard, cold ground…
