A Dark Water || [complete]

01/01

ohmigod the first story i posted on watt-pad. i swear it seemed longer when i originally wrote it. (this is 110% not my best work oh well)

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Who is this girl, who stares at me from the depths of the cold, blue river?

She is not me.. At least, she isn't the girl I used to be. That girl... Her cheeks were full and red. Her brown hair hung down her back, perfectly straight and not a strand out of place. That girl... That girl was beautiful.

Now the girl before me, standing in the river, she is the opposite. Her face is cold; twisted. Her body is thin and pale, and she glares at me with those icy, blue eyes. This girl is not beautiful - she is a living skeleton. A rebel Angel.

She guards the half-frozen river - her hair clings like reeds to her neck; and with the winter wind, the hem of her dress whips her ankles.

I look up now, tearing my eyes from the girl below me. The forest on the other side of the bank is dark, and I almost can't make out one tree from another. Closely packed, crowding around me to see what is going on. I want to scream, or cry, or maybe even both. The lines between grief and anger have blurred recently, so much so that sometimes, I can barely understand what's going on.

But I managed to keep my head. I tell myself, this is when it's all over. You don't need to pretend to be normal anymore.

I take a single step towards the edge of the jetty. The water-soaked wood creaks beneath me feet, tired and mossy with age. I'm now on the very edge of the platform, a mere footstep away from submerging myself in the river. My flats are already soaked through - just walking here in the snow was enough to do that.

Suddenly, a flash of light appears across the sky. It's only lightning, and I'm far too old to be scared of such childish things, but it's enough to make me pause for a second. But only for a second, because the next moment I am laying face-first in the river, my dress blossoming around arms spread like an swan about to take flight.

I can't see the girl in the bottom of the river for now. She disappeared the moment I stepped in, but I'm sure she's watching, with those blue eyes and hallowed cheekbones.

She's nothing like the girl I used to be, but then again... Neither am I, at least, not anymore.

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i'll probably rewrite this at some point. sorry for the weird spacing, still getting used to qfeast formatting.

- E.