So Casually Cruel In The Name of Being Honest

ohmygosh, im suppose to be studying mathematics and gp now and not read weird stories anyway, i cant help but share this. this is so bad. i should be studying. ohmygosh.

She suddenly found herself in a cold dark room. The air was depressing and musty and she felt a dying urge to get herself out of here. She reached out her hands and felt about her, groping around, hoping to find a door or even a switch to light up the room. Nothing. She gave up trying and sat down on the ground, wishing help would come. Fast.

Suddenly, a strange glowing orb seems to float towards her as though beckoning her to follow. “What have I got to lose anyway? She said to herself as she got up to follow the orb. The lights from the chandelier left her momentarily blinded. She stood at the entrance of the empty magnificent house the orb had led her to, staring in awe at the exquisite interior of the house. Her eyes trailed up the beautiful spiral staircase and found herself looking at a very familiar painting. She found herself walking towards the painting, entranced by the fairy-like atmosphere of the house, eerie yet enchanting.

She let out an involuntarily gasp at the painting. It was a portrait of a family. Painted by skilled hands, each detail so precise, so lifelike. It was, also a painting that she had seen before, a long time ago, hanging above a fireplace in a warm, cozy house by the field. What caught her eyes was the little girl in the portrait. Her hair was a deep and dark brown and they flowed down her back in a bundle of curls. Her eyes were a piercing blue that twinkled and shone like stars. Her smile was her most beautiful feature. Her rose-budded lips lit up her entire face, making the little girl more mesmerizing, more enchanting.

She reached out to touch the painting. As soon as her fingers made contact with the painting, pictures from the past flowed into her.

She saw the little girl in a field of flowers, prancing and running under the cool spring afternoon. Happy and innocent, while her parents watched her, their adoration and love for the little girl radiated from their bodies, spreading the warmth of it everywhere. The little girl basked in this warmth, her heart pure with the love for her parents. She smiled her beautiful smile, naïve and careless, thinking that this moment would last forever.

Under the sultry summer breeze, she watched the girl, a teenager now strolling down the beach, as beautiful as always. Her smile still lit up her face but, she looked sad and forlorn as she stood watching one long last smear of sunlight disappear down the horizon. She forced herself to forget the peaceful faces of her parents as the men closed the coffins. She forced herself to forget the words of pity from everyone. She forced herself too, to remember that wonderful feeling she had during that one spring afternoon, where love was only what she knew.

Time slowed down, getting all stretchy and elastic and the world around her look as though someone had pressed the slow button. She felt her tears welling up as she saw the girl, strangely familiar to her now, crying and wailing in desperation as she watched the life of that one boy she had ever loved, ebbed out of him in one slow breath. The girl wailed even harder when she realized all the people that she had love were gone. But this desperation soon turn in anger, into hatred and then, into scorn, for love.  She felt a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous before feeling the girl’s heart turning into ice --- cold, hard and bleak.

The images soon changed and she found herself looking at a smartly dressed woman, no longer a girl anymore. The girl had grew to become a stunning woman. The kind of stunning that makes all the surrounding darkness disappears. She strode down the streets confidently and eyes turned every time she walked past. But she was emotionless; she didn’t dare to feel, to love. All that was gone the day the boy died. She realized, as snow started falling, that love was a deadly game she would never want to play. Not because she was afraid, but because she wished to hold on to that memory she had in spring. A spring that seem more like a dream from long ago.

Bre woke up with a start, her head pounding, her body a song of aches and pain. She had partied the night away and she regretted it terribly now. With a groan, she heaved herself out of her bed and struggled to the bathroom, her mind still groggy and misty.

The cold sharpness of the water awoke and refreshed her. Bre stared in to the mirror, looking at the beautiful woman in it. She had deep, dark brown hair that flowed down her back in a bundle of curls. Her eyes were a piercing blue but they no longer twinkle and shine like they used to. Her smile no longer lit up her face but was set hard and grim. Even though Bre was the kind of stunning that could brighten up a darkened room, but her heart was cold and bleak --- like ice. It needed warmth, needed to feel a beating heart, it needed love.

But it was not possible. Because to Bre, love was a deadly game she never wanted to play again.