The Girl
- winked84074
- Dec 23, 2018
- 2 min read
Updated: Dec 2, 2020
"For the human heart is too fleeting... too difficult to understand..."
Special Acknowledgement to the song 'Waiting for the End" by Linkin Park. Cover version by Chase Holfelder, featuring Linney as a tribute to Chester Bennington.
The girl hummed and limped her way through a dark purple, snow- laden alley which was not solar paneled. It was already midnight when she arrived home… her home was a small, dilapidated house next to a huge, deserted car-manufacturing warehouse in the outskirts of Plethora.
Drunk and holding a small can of soda inside a recyclable bag, she shivered and stopped momentarily in front of the old house…
“Hah! The dregs of society…why is it that every beautiful city has its wonderful dumpsite!” The girl whispered and extended her arms sideways before she gave a long piercing laugh! She drank more soda before she hummed again and entered the rundown shelter.
“Waiting for the end to come…Wish I have the strength to stand…♪♪” She sang a song which she remembered from long ago… the house had no heat; it was meager and dirty inside…
“This was not what I have planned…♪♪” She continued to sing.
“Jai” (Yea)… absolutely, this is not what we have planned!” A small voice with an old Gothic accent immersed from inside a covered cupboard of the filthy kitchen! “Uf-hausjan” (listen), how many times have I told you not to sing, me lady?” The voice continued.
“Awww… stop it Atta!” (Gothic for Dad) ” The girl managed to answer back before she forcefully twisted her knee to align her broken leg, and wearily, she dropped and fell asleep on top of an old, torn faux leather couch.
“Ju (now)…you tell me to shut up? “Aglati-waurdei!”(indecent language) Listen, Haurnjana (horn blower or trumpet)… I’m the man here and you leave me with all these mess to clean!”
Suddenly, a big bird with a face that has two sides (one was that of a beautiful woman; a sirin… and the other, that of a winter owl) popped out of the cupboard and flew towards the girl’s right shoulder, his fine Gothic drawl immediately turned into a tough Bronx accent…
He was about to complain some more when he saw that the girl was exhaustedly asleep. Sadly, the odd-looking bird gazed at the stunt-girl’s slightly opened mouth and dirty face as she curled for warmth on the couch, her ash blonde hair appeared beneath her dark wig…
“Comfortless child, working too many jobs…” He whispered; “How many times has he told her not to drink soda… soda has the same effect of alcohol on them…” He tossed the can with his wing before he flew and bit a small blanket to cover the girl’s face and body.
Next, the bird slowly hopped to a small, glass-insulated window … with a heavy heart he stared far into a snow-crusted blue moon. Once again a snow storm brewed from the distance…
“Tsk…tsk…tsk… “aglus”… (difficult), certainly, this is not what we have planned…” The old bird whispered and scratched his head; they were not like this before… suddenly, the bird sighed; once again he tried to remember… his chest thumped wildly as the girl on the couch began to snore…
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