Kissed by a storm
The cold winter wrapped itself around Amy’s neck. The Autumn leaves fell to the ground with a silent thud sinking into the muddy earth .A single droplet cascaded down to the ground splitting into a million shards of sorrow.
Amys eyes turned to the death coloured sky inhaling more pain and sorrow. Her cheeks were stained with the memories of the night before and her being drowning into nothingness. She cried and wanted to stop but the pressure just kept building in her tear ducts. She hated this feeling , the feeling of being at the mercy of other human beings, the feeling of watching things move forward whilst she was stuck in the past.
This thing called life that she was living had no meaning anymore. No one wanted to be around her, no one felt the joy arise from her sweet silent laughter that haunted the halls of their dormitories. Her eyes found themselves longing to the place she once called home. Uzulu’s Boarding School for troubled girls. There was a time when she wasn’t troubled a time when the sisterhood was rich in nothing but goodness and lovingkindness. Now the sisterhood was bitter it was tainted with the new found jealously that had carefully situated itself between her and the girls. The bright eyed girls who once beckoned her over were now dim lited with a green taint of this evil emotion.
Why couldn’t they let her just watch, the others knew she wasn’t one to partake in lude acts. She had said she didn’t want to join them but the force in their eyes and the gentle pushing of their nature and the love she had for them had clouded her judgment, they were the only people she had to her name, her emotional spirit, her life, her persona . And now all the years of accumulating love had disintegrated in a swift moment of willing fully caused pain.
Here she was again sitting by the cold freezing lake its breath hissed, and tried to attack her. She was moments from surrender. She would subconsciously reach into her spirit and lift the white flag, succumb to the feeling of the defeat because at least it was something else to feel. Something other than numbness.
Amys eyes turned to the death coloured sky inhaling more pain and sorrow. Her cheeks were stained with the memories of the night before and her being drowning into nothingness. She cried and wanted to stop but the pressure just kept building in her tear ducts. She hated this feeling , the feeling of being at the mercy of other human beings, the feeling of watching things move forward whilst she was stuck in the past.
This thing called life that she was living had no meaning anymore. No one wanted to be around her, no one felt the joy arise from her sweet silent laughter that haunted the halls of their dormitories. Her eyes found themselves longing to the place she once called home. Uzulu’s Boarding School for troubled girls. There was a time when she wasn’t troubled a time when the sisterhood was rich in nothing but goodness and lovingkindness. Now the sisterhood was bitter it was tainted with the new found jealously that had carefully situated itself between her and the girls. The bright eyed girls who once beckoned her over were now dim lited with a green taint of this evil emotion.
Why couldn’t they let her just watch, the others knew she wasn’t one to partake in lude acts. She had said she didn’t want to join them but the force in their eyes and the gentle pushing of their nature and the love she had for them had clouded her judgment, they were the only people she had to her name, her emotional spirit, her life, her persona . And now all the years of accumulating love had disintegrated in a swift moment of willing fully caused pain.
Here she was again sitting by the cold freezing lake its breath hissed, and tried to attack her. She was moments from surrender. She would subconsciously reach into her spirit and lift the white flag, succumb to the feeling of the defeat because at least it was something else to feel. Something other than numbness.
