Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Destynee Week 82: Lifesaver

Destynee Cullen

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Picture 2

Destynee’s Choice: Picture 2


The way the clouds danced across the sky was hypnotic. The tranquil blue turned into haunting grey as the clouds continued their dance.

Amanda stood by her bedroom window just staring up at the sky. No one knew but this was the day she finally decided to do it. She looked down at the razor blade sitting on the window seal and took a deep breath.

Tracing her fingers over it, she thought of the consequences of her actions.

Her mom would be upset for a few days but that just means she could milk it for all its worth. It’s a small town and that means she would get the attention she always loved so much. The attention she loved more than her daughter.

Then there was her friends, but she stopped answering her phone a long time ago and they finally stopped calling.

Figuring she had nothing left to lose she took the small razor blade in her hand and poised it at her wrist. She wanted to look at the sky once more before ending her life. Maybe she could take some beauty with her before she went six feet under.

As she lifted her head up to look out the window but what she saw made her drop the razor in surprise. There was a little girl outside her window watching her with confusion.

Amanda didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t think.

The little girl walked over to the window and bent down to where Amanda couldn’t see her. She leaned forward to see what she was doing when the little girl popped up causing Amanda to let out a small scream.

The little girl laughed and clapped her hands. Amanda put a hand over her heart to try to keep her heart in her chest. The little girl smiled at her and put her hand on the glass.

“Come play with me!”

Her small voice was muffled but Amanda smiled for the first time in God knows when. She nodded and the little girl clapped and ran around the house.

As Amanda slipped on her coat and headed for the door when she stepped on something. She looked down and saw the razor blade. She bent down to pick it up, and she looked at it as if it had the answers to the universe encrypted on it.

“Are you coming,” the little girl asked as she banged on the window.

Amanda’s lips curled and nodded. She walked out of her room and tossed the razor in the trash before heading out the front door.