I when think about how happy I used to be, and I wonder. I wonder if this was how my life was supposed to turn out. Was I supposed to feel as if heavy downpour was constantly falling on me? Because I do now. I used to be free. With him. I am trudging through this dark and deadly world on my own. No one remembers me. But I don't care. I still remember him like he was here only yesterday...
* * * 17-year-old Violet Adams laughed as she ran to keep up with Mark Wilcox after he took off running down the narrow sidewalks of Richmond, Kentucky. She reached him and their hands intertwined. She smiled up at him, and he laughed, joy dancing in his eyes. They were so happy together. Nothing could ever change that. The way they looked at each other showed that they were in love. In a pit so full of love, so deep they could never escape it. As they gazed into …show more content…
Violet thought. Mark isn’t dead. He can't be.
But then Officer Moore led her into Mark’s bedroom, and she saw the same scene that unfolded in her mind dozens of times, and a small piece of her died.
“Poisoned, that he was,” The officer said sadly. “A shame.”
Violet could feel the frigidness of death slowly creeping into her heart, she could feel the darkness envelop her. Violet felt the exact moment her eyes turned to stone, the moment all the joy departed. And that's all that she remembers.
Death. Pain. Fear.
She does not remember Light. Nor Joy, nor Hope.
For it is impossible to forget the feeling when Death is standing over her shoulder. When she begged him to spare Mark. When she said she would sacrifice anything. When Death laughed. And then he took Mark from her. Forever.
* * *
It has been three days since Mark’s death. And Violet hasn't ever been the same. Her head hangs low everywhere she walks, and the spring that was always presence in her step has vanished completely.
“Pore thing.” An elderly woman, Diana Teff, remarked. “She doesn't even know who she is
* * * 17-year-old Violet Adams laughed as she ran to keep up with Mark Wilcox after he took off running down the narrow sidewalks of Richmond, Kentucky. She reached him and their hands intertwined. She smiled up at him, and he laughed, joy dancing in his eyes. They were so happy together. Nothing could ever change that. The way they looked at each other showed that they were in love. In a pit so full of love, so deep they could never escape it. As they gazed into …show more content…
Violet thought. Mark isn’t dead. He can't be.
But then Officer Moore led her into Mark’s bedroom, and she saw the same scene that unfolded in her mind dozens of times, and a small piece of her died.
“Poisoned, that he was,” The officer said sadly. “A shame.”
Violet could feel the frigidness of death slowly creeping into her heart, she could feel the darkness envelop her. Violet felt the exact moment her eyes turned to stone, the moment all the joy departed. And that's all that she remembers.
Death. Pain. Fear.
She does not remember Light. Nor Joy, nor Hope.
For it is impossible to forget the feeling when Death is standing over her shoulder. When she begged him to spare Mark. When she said she would sacrifice anything. When Death laughed. And then he took Mark from her. Forever.
* * *
It has been three days since Mark’s death. And Violet hasn't ever been the same. Her head hangs low everywhere she walks, and the spring that was always presence in her step has vanished completely.
“Pore thing.” An elderly woman, Diana Teff, remarked. “She doesn't even know who she is