A Beautiful Night

"Wretched darkness feel my pain..." the hastily scratched words blurred before her eyes, and she roughly rubbed away the black rivulettes that had been slithering down her hot cheeks for what seemed like forever... Really, she felt half foolish for the way she was acting. But, another side of her wanted this... wanted it so badly. The wind whispered in the tree branches above her head, rustling the leaves and casting eirie shaddows on the ground below the dainty, pure white glow of the candle clutched, ever so gently, in her left hand.

Her right hand grasped a quill - black as night. They had laughed at her because of it. They just didnt understand, that was all. She felt foolish again. She knew better than to think like that, but at the same time...

Fresh tears streamed down her cheeks, the dark, black tracks turning translucent grey as most of the dark liner ran away. She DID know better. Why did she feel like this? She was supposed to be above it.

The angry, red welts all down her arms and shoulders made her shudder. She COULD blame the music, but wouldnt be totally correct. She´d done it to get to this state. She HAD wanted it, and shed done what she had to do to get it.

She felt she heard someone speaking. It was just the wind, whispering sweet nothings to the earth. But then again... celestial sweet, she felt it calling to her. The wind´s gentle arms wrapped around her, whipping her hair gently, coaxing her out of the cowering knot shed become. She stood, slowly, the wind wrapping veils of nothingness around her every limb, grabbing her hand, leading her into the dark openness of the hilltop.

She dropped the candle in silent elation, flame flickering in the sudden motion, yet, not going out. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, the yellowed, tear stained page, full of the sorrows of her mind, flash in glorious death, the flames kissing away every stab of pain, numbing her soul to the sorrows of her heart.

Yet the wind pulled her further, all the while singing, whispering, sweet promises in her ears. Leading her ever higher up the hill, carying her, supporting her, till the whispering wind convinced her that she could fly. Higher and higher still, to the cliff´s edge it led her, coaxing her, breathing sweet lies to her mind. she hestitated, for a moment, it looked so far down. The wind calmed, waiting, just waiting.. for one, two, three! The violent gust stunned her so. So full of malice, so much hate... Like, like the gentle wind, wanted to kill her... NO! Her eyes widened, her mind awoke, everything slowed... her body propelled, slowly, slowly... tumbling down...

The wind stilled; the stars returned; the moon shone again, with all its gentle glory. Not a sound in the silence stirred. Yes.. it was a beautiful night.