Luci-Lou
08-11-15, 09:56 AM
There were soft ripples across the water, each one reflecting the pale light of the moon and making it look exceptionally magical. The soft lapping of the water against the land was interrupted by the even softer sigh, a shaky sound that was followed by a pained whimper. Sat at the waters edge her form looked ever more frail, shaking slightly and curling in on itself. In this most pale light the young woman's face looked gaunt and tired, dark eyes barely reflecting the shimmering surface that she gazed out at. Her pale complexion contrasted wonderfully however with her radiant hair, the fiery tones falling in gentle waves down her back, framing her delicate face. It was the only thing about her that looked alive, what had once been an electric woman was now barely even a shadow of herself and part of the reason was still in her hand. Eyes traveling, a few tears escaped and landed with a soft pat on the small clear plastic pouch in her open hand. Shivering again, she sucked in a trembling breath and stared longingly at the bag. How had something so small become such a big part of her life? How had it been so effective in ruining it.
Licking her dried lips, her hands shook as raised the item to get a proper look at it, fingers beginning to open the pressed seal before she sharply closed it again. With surprising speed she threw the drug down onto the ground beside her, pressing her pale fingers over it to keep it there. She couldn't cheat herself again, she'd promised. A cry of anguish slipped from her lips, so suddenly that she even surprised herself, was that really her voice? There were beads of sweat now, forming like little jewels across her forehead and sliding slowly down her temples. Addiction was something that Lucia wouldn't wish on any other soul in the world, it was like nothing that she had ever experienced before, excruciating and tormenting and fixed so quickly that she had never been able to get any further than the point where she was at now.
In a desperate bid to break this cycle she tore her eyes from the packet, moving them back to the body of water in front of her, Valeena Lake they called it. Her dark orbs swept over the landscape trying to memorise every curve and shadow, anything to distract her from the burning need that was beginning to choke her. If she ever got out of this addiction she'd come back here and paint what she could see, it was such a beautiful setting for such a harrowing experience. Lucia's shivers were growing worse now, her skin itching as a soft breeze cooled her, stray strands of her crimson locks crossing her features and adding temporary colour. With the wind came clouds and she watched as they slowly cast their shadow across the lake, ever spreading until the mystical waters looked like nothing but a dark abyss. Darker thoughts began to cross her mind, permanent solutions that could be found at the bottom of the lake, however deep in went. She could do it... there was no one here to stop her. A brief glance confirmed the latter and only made her fancy the dark waters more.
Standing now in shadow, she left the plastic pouch on the ground and took a step forward towards the water. Each stride short and unsteady, slow as she moved to hover at the edge, her bare feet shuffling in the rough sand that formed the gradient between green grass and crystal water. A few more tears escaped her glassy orbs, gliding down her ivory cheeks and dropping into the water in front of her. The droplets were followed by a few more although as their frequency increased she realised that it was not just her tears that were creating ripples in the dark water, it was the gentle rain as well, growing heavier as the darker clouds were blown over. It wasn't long until the downpour soaked her form, now stood ankle deep in the cold water. A final chance to end it all.
Licking her dried lips, her hands shook as raised the item to get a proper look at it, fingers beginning to open the pressed seal before she sharply closed it again. With surprising speed she threw the drug down onto the ground beside her, pressing her pale fingers over it to keep it there. She couldn't cheat herself again, she'd promised. A cry of anguish slipped from her lips, so suddenly that she even surprised herself, was that really her voice? There were beads of sweat now, forming like little jewels across her forehead and sliding slowly down her temples. Addiction was something that Lucia wouldn't wish on any other soul in the world, it was like nothing that she had ever experienced before, excruciating and tormenting and fixed so quickly that she had never been able to get any further than the point where she was at now.
In a desperate bid to break this cycle she tore her eyes from the packet, moving them back to the body of water in front of her, Valeena Lake they called it. Her dark orbs swept over the landscape trying to memorise every curve and shadow, anything to distract her from the burning need that was beginning to choke her. If she ever got out of this addiction she'd come back here and paint what she could see, it was such a beautiful setting for such a harrowing experience. Lucia's shivers were growing worse now, her skin itching as a soft breeze cooled her, stray strands of her crimson locks crossing her features and adding temporary colour. With the wind came clouds and she watched as they slowly cast their shadow across the lake, ever spreading until the mystical waters looked like nothing but a dark abyss. Darker thoughts began to cross her mind, permanent solutions that could be found at the bottom of the lake, however deep in went. She could do it... there was no one here to stop her. A brief glance confirmed the latter and only made her fancy the dark waters more.
Standing now in shadow, she left the plastic pouch on the ground and took a step forward towards the water. Each stride short and unsteady, slow as she moved to hover at the edge, her bare feet shuffling in the rough sand that formed the gradient between green grass and crystal water. A few more tears escaped her glassy orbs, gliding down her ivory cheeks and dropping into the water in front of her. The droplets were followed by a few more although as their frequency increased she realised that it was not just her tears that were creating ripples in the dark water, it was the gentle rain as well, growing heavier as the darker clouds were blown over. It wasn't long until the downpour soaked her form, now stood ankle deep in the cold water. A final chance to end it all.