There She Sat
By Jace Bergeron
She sat alone. A solitary figure in the stillness of the empty room. The ticking of the grandfather clock the only thing to focus the senses in the unnaturally dark room. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. But nevertheless, there she sat. Unmovable. Unnoticeable. Her lustrous, dark hair a bright contrast against her soft, paper pale skin. There she sat, reveling in her aura of power. Completely lost to the world. Staring at the same spot on the wall. Never blinking. Never avert-ing her gaze.
As the sun came up and showered the area with light, the house stayed disturbingly dark. Not a sliver of light protruded the darkness. She couldnt have noticed, even if she had cared. There she sat, basking in her glory. There she sat, living out her dreams. Always shy, always timid. She could not have imagined the pure ecstasy she felt then.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clock in the corner singing the time. Exactly as it struck eight, the door burst open. Light spread throughout the room, engulfing the darkness. The mayhem commenced. The sounds became over-bearing. The black shoes of men in uniforms kicked up the blood and grime, spreading the stench with each lift of the foot. There she sat, covered in blood. Staring at the corpses of her parents. Smiling at the blood painted onto the room.
There she sat. The room white, the walls unadorned. There she sat, in the same dark-ness that engulfed her before. There she sat, staring at the blood that wasnt there. There she sat, listening to the clock.
By Jace Bergeron
She sat alone. A solitary figure in the stillness of the empty room. The ticking of the grandfather clock the only thing to focus the senses in the unnaturally dark room. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. But nevertheless, there she sat. Unmovable. Unnoticeable. Her lustrous, dark hair a bright contrast against her soft, paper pale skin. There she sat, reveling in her aura of power. Completely lost to the world. Staring at the same spot on the wall. Never blinking. Never avert-ing her gaze.
As the sun came up and showered the area with light, the house stayed disturbingly dark. Not a sliver of light protruded the darkness. She couldnt have noticed, even if she had cared. There she sat, basking in her glory. There she sat, living out her dreams. Always shy, always timid. She could not have imagined the pure ecstasy she felt then.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. The clock in the corner singing the time. Exactly as it struck eight, the door burst open. Light spread throughout the room, engulfing the darkness. The mayhem commenced. The sounds became over-bearing. The black shoes of men in uniforms kicked up the blood and grime, spreading the stench with each lift of the foot. There she sat, covered in blood. Staring at the corpses of her parents. Smiling at the blood painted onto the room.
There she sat. The room white, the walls unadorned. There she sat, in the same dark-ness that engulfed her before. There she sat, staring at the blood that wasnt there. There she sat, listening to the clock.