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::::A travesty of her deathwish:::: Alone she sat under the acorn trees, surrounded by opiate serenity. Far above, the dull stars radiated cruel beauty and the moon was indifferent to her sufferings. Time had passed seamlessly on while she ran so far away from the dark houses of nightmares and broken hopes. And now, she was alone. Far away, a coyote serenaded the lunar goddess with its haunting cries of desperation. Her salty tears stung the scratches on her wan face as blood congealed with muted pain. Suddenly she was falling. Fast. The wind howled like a feral animal in her ears and fear manifested itself in her until they erupted into shrieks of terror. She saw the darkness below her, feasting on her fear. Then she opened her eyes and in the cold starlight, she awoke to her deadened life once again. It never had to be this way. She had been vindicated of the guilt, the guilt of surviving that fateful storm. Everyone had floated along to the bottom of the river, leaving cinders of ashes in their passing. As the first dust of dawn settled on the earth, the haunting stillness of her town stabbed right into her like a cursed dagger. But as dusk cloaked the lifeless land, the silence of a morgue stole into her soul and threatened to eat her sanity alive. The emptiness smothered the life out of her while the silence drowned her with its volume. Standing in the pale moonlight, she wished she died along with the rest of civilization but fate had other plans. Life was a Ferris wheel of lethal routine joyrides. Each night, she stood at the edge of the precipitous cliff, staring into the darkness swirling like potent black magic beneath her, wanting and yet not quite daring. Every full moon, she stood by their watery graves. The wind sang bitter elegies, with melancholic beauty and heartbreaking eloquence as the land waited in hushed silence. There was camaraderie in death but only loneliness for the undead. She still went to school. The schoolyards were unnaturally still, littered with the gold leaves of autumn and shrouded by the cold morning mist. So beautiful but what was beauty without admirers? Then there was the playground. The swings creaked and spun lifelessly as the wind in all its boredom, toyed with their metal chains. The sands of time trickled meaninglessly away in the time warp where forever was trapped in a cylinder and buried deep into the river of lost dreams. In the arid classrooms, she watched the dust twirl and pirouette around in their fantasy realm. As loneliness consummated her in a wedding dress made of unshed tears, she knew she needed out. So she ran. No matter how impoverished her life was, she still clung tenaciously to it. She had woven a spiderweb of delicate plans for her fragile future and she drew strength from this. In the night, she ran fast and free, vindicated by salvation. In this moment of rapture, she closed her tired eyes for a brief respite from the world around her. And in that spilt second of momentary darkness, she found herself falling through the night. Grasping hopelessly at thing air she was frightened by the wild shrieks of fear that had punctuated the tranquil night. Then her eyes snapped open. But the ground was all she saw last as her body hit the ground with a dull thud. The darkness shrouding the thicket buried her in the deep ravine.
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