nothing mirrored in the sun

By tiffany

Just on dusk, she ran out of the door, through the town and off towards the cliffs. SHe ran and ran, ignoring the exhaustion searing through her limbs. Her mind was void of thought, her whole body solely focused on getting away from that place. That place where she re-lived that night over again and again. She could no longer dwell in that place, she was losing her sanity. She was losing her life.

The only thing she noticed was her pulse pounding in her ears, like a beat to match the rhythm of her never-ending attempt to escape. When she stumbled, she didn't mind the blood oozing from the wound. She smiled at the pain; it seemed to be the only thing she could relate to. She enjoyed the sensation, it making her run faster.

She stopped, instinctively. She had reached her destination, her escape. She looked out through the mist, but could not see the horizon. Exhausted, she dropped into a crumpled, panting heap on the grassy cliff. Dispair knawed at her. If only she were in another time, another place. If only she was someone else.

It seemed only for minutes she had be sleeping but it was, in fact, hours. She woke with a start, disorientated from her dreams. But the sound of the crashing waves, the almost complete darkness and the salty tang on the air joulted her memory visously. For a nieve moment, she was at peace with herself. But with a surge of unruly force it all came rushing back to her...

Her father had hit her, beat her. Her father had tried to strangle her, had tried to kill her. She wished he had. Then she wouldn't have run away into the night. Wouldn't have been taken by that guy. It was just a game to that man, a piece of arse for him to chase. She had tried to get away from him, tried to escape, again, into the night. But he held her down and utter those sleasy words that now play, like a broken record, in her head. No one believed her when she spoke up. They said she was a liar, different, wasn't right in the head. They said she was disgusting, but now they had forgotten. He had forgotten, but she didn't. She couldn't.

But she wouldn't let that man or her father control her any longer. She wouldn't let them haunt her dreams and distort her waking hours. She would teach everyone a lesson, show them that it really DID happen and she wasn't just making it up for attention.

As dawn licked the now visible horizon, she made her mind up. She would have the last laugh and she would triumph, she would win. Those two men could not control her anyone, could not have her any more. They would burn in hell for what they did. And she giggled cynically to herself as she pictured her father in hell. "Not such a good catholic now, hay arsehole?" she said to the wind. She knew what she had to do.

The sun now was an orange orb in the sky. It would be a fine day, one of the few she had seen. "Rather ironic." she thought. The breeze brushed the hair off her face for a moment. She savored it and a single tear meandered it's way down her pale cheek. "Goodbye." she whispered to herself as she took one last look at the rising sun. She closed her eyes and jumped into nothing - her nothing.

tiffany

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