Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 21:35:38 GMT -5
‘Momma I loved you, why did you ignore me?
Daddy, I loved you, why did you run from me?’
Daddy, I loved you, why did you run from me?’
The winds could be so harsh along the narrow streets that were emptied of bodies moving with the occasional dark carriage with a tired horse trotting along the cobbled roads. Lights flickered on and off, some having been forgotten to be lit or little boys had too much fun tossing stones to knock them out so they could get away with other mischief which ran rampant among the roads of this old city. Tucked away from society with its little scenic parts, people of poverty as a few nameless souls littered places out of the winds touch that held a touch of warmth while only the rats would come to bite. Filth. Their bodies lingering there, hacking, coughing up things which clung inside their throat like death’s grip among the fragility of humanity.
A womanly figure adorn that was small, slender treaded down the side walk hugging arms around her midsection while head ducked down to slide under the breath of the wind. Clothes slightly tattered with a coat kept her decently warm, the shoes echoing among the silence after a pause and a lift of her head to stare up at the sky at the glittering night. So vast, so wide as if unlimited by the morality, which clung to her as her shadow did by daylight and so she once more, continued the sauntering of that frail form within the darkness of a world abandoned by the sun.
That night as the winds blew through the trees nearby she was on her way home, carrying the books of math, history and science cradled in the thin arms. She had finished her studies that had gone far too long into the day and pasted into the night; since her sponsor had wanted her to have an education that her parents could not support. Her father, a grizzly man who had gone through wars, they had taken a toll on his poor mind about so many he had killed just so the country could gain more land. He had taken to the bottle, to drown himself in the liquor instead of in his misery but as they said misery loves company. Wearing modest dresses, making it seem she was a lady of high esteem when all it was, just a simple cover up to hide the bruises from the night before. Her mind still function, often making herself invisible playmates just to keep that little stability within the cerebral context and keeping that smile on her face so no one knew what as going on.
A turn at the corner on 14th street, lips pursed in thought as she whistled knowing even though it was dark and a young girl like her should not be wandering out here alone but that never stopped her. She didn’t fear the unknown shadows, she was curious of them always wandering closer into the darker parts of France and finding underground clubs where people dipped their toes in the macabre parts of society. Adorn in her dark green dress while the top was like a corset with black lace around the arms, wrists and waist while those flat shoes carried her along the pebble walkway.
A hand as cold as ice had clamped itself around her mouth, smothering that scream she wanted to utter into the empty streets but no police would come even if they saw her they would just think a man having fun with a sleeper. It wasn’t uncommon a thing to be spotted, her raven locks fell in a sweeping grace over her face as a whimper escaped her in the dark places. She was afraid, eyes closed not wanting to let the last thing she saw be the face of her attacker but she felt it was more than one person who had her now. Those green eyes opened, taking a glance upon four figures while one happened to be a woman she could tell her death was soon near. Books had fallen, splashed into a puddle while they uttered words in some language she had only begun to practice; English.
Pain struck her first in her jugular as she felt like an animal being pinned down while the pain raced through her body and mind as she began to fight, to get away as hands roamed her body. Clothes was ripped from her form, fingers explored her body, as she partly liked it since she had never had touches that were sweet and gentle. Another sharp pain in each of her wrists, she looked to see they actually bit down into her flesh. They took their turns on her sweet form, never letting her fall into that darkness forcing her to endure their torments, caresses in the night and her moans as well as screams where to be their lullaby. Finally just before dawn came, her own darkness came while those green hued orbs got one more glance on the woman whose mouth was still in her blood.