Post by xeticka lucy hollace on Dec 28, 2009 2:36:15 GMT -5
When someone you love dies, there is a bittersweet moment, that may be the safest and most wonderful time in your life. Everyone who knew the deceased think their own silent thoughts of the person, no anger is expressed within viewing of memories. People look at the body before them, thinking they will wake up. Silence falls over them as they wait in anticipation for them to open their eyes from a deep sleep. Hoping that you just walked in on them, swallowing saliva, or just about to move in their dreamful state. The sound above and about you is on your side, it wants you to know that they're not dead first, but then it let's you find out for yourself. The sound knows how you feel and doesn't disturb you with loud out bursts or incoherent speech. The sound effects everyone in the room. Someone speaks as a key ingredient slips in to Xeticka's ear. Sobbing. 'She's gone now darling,' as if it were a voice of god, she never moved her eyes away from the body on the bed. The voice soon came to be nothing more than a human one. That brought to her realisation that she wasn't sleeping but the soul was completely gone form the room, and there was ntohing left but a shell on a railed bed.
Xeticka walked around and gasped when she saw the face of the one she loved. Her mother. But it wasn't her anymore. It was nothing more than a case that kept her inside. It was beautiful case. Even in death her mother's vessel shined through the grim reaper's eyes. Though, Xeticka couldn't bare to look at her. So still and fragile.
As people hugged, and cried, Xeticka fled the hospital and came back to her room, and now here she sits, thinking about her mother on her own, feeling as though she was now an empty shell, whilst her mother's soul had her heart in her posession.
Xeticka walked around and gasped when she saw the face of the one she loved. Her mother. But it wasn't her anymore. It was nothing more than a case that kept her inside. It was beautiful case. Even in death her mother's vessel shined through the grim reaper's eyes. Though, Xeticka couldn't bare to look at her. So still and fragile.
As people hugged, and cried, Xeticka fled the hospital and came back to her room, and now here she sits, thinking about her mother on her own, feeling as though she was now an empty shell, whilst her mother's soul had her heart in her posession.
