December's footsteps sounded loud to her, her eyes wandering to the cobbled road, where moss grew out like pus from the edges. Each stone slightly reflected the lemon lamplight above her, her shadow being a dark blur on them. A thick fog had hung over the street like a suicidal man, and rain freckled the girl's face like blood.
Occasionally, a droplet or two of rain would get in her eyes, blurring her vision, temporarily turning the street into that of an oil painting until she blinked the image away. Nothing seemed to be helping her feel any better, just contributing to her empty mood. She felt ill, sickly, like she couldn't be helped from this disease eating away at her feelings, couldn't get away from these thoughts that followed her, clinging to her and eating away at the rotten apple core she had left of her heart.
Some of the clear liquid hanging from her lashes were raindrops, some were teardrops. She felt a pang in her chest. It felt like a bullet scraping through her glass heart, the shards punchuring her lungs, smashing into her compacted ribs, leaving her pained and breathless. Her hand quickly raised to her mouth to shield others as she coughed and spluttered, feeling like she was drowning.
As her eyes turned to her hand, she saw the crimson liquid sinking into the skin, and a single thorn that she seemed to have coughed out. Her brows knitted together in frustration and a catastrophic depression, eyes softening, her final emotions spewing out in the form of hot, salty tears, streaking down her cheeks. Emotion drained, and blood dissipated from her hand due to the rain, December continued on walking, her footsteps sounding louder this time due to the lack of passengers on the usually full and thriving street.
After a long while, she arrived at a dark building, the old black gloss that once decorated the door falling off and fluttering onto her hands as she pushed it open. Her shoes dragged on the floorboards slightly as she trudged ardously up the stairwell to the top floor, her icy hands pulling a rusted key from her pocket to unlock her door. Once it was unlocked, she walked in, closing it behind her, and kicking off her shoes.
December walked over to her living room and sat down. The white walls had turned grey with rotten patches of yellow, brown or green, and stained with damp patches. Her pull out sofa bed was a dark blue with the same fabric as an itchy christmas jumper, and the only light that showed was the light grey from her static displaying TV, small moths flying around it.
Her eyelids slowly felt heavier, until she could no longer keep them up, and she drifted away into a black abyss.
She woke up in a hazed and drunk state, vision blurred to a dream of colours, and her eyes wandered to her arms, slowly beginning to focus. They were bandaged, and she seemed to be laid in a bed of some sort. The thin sheets were a prestine white, and so was everything else, leaving her disassociated and confused.
Steadily, she sat up, her hand raised to press against her throbbing head in an unsatisfactory attempt to ease the pain. Immediately, gravity weighed her down, making her feel unusually heavy, worsening her headache. A short, crude groaned escaped her sore throat, a nurse finally turning her attention to her.
Said nurse wrapped an arm around her, taking her to the bathroom, later leaving her to sober herself to the conditions her quivering hand reached towards the tap, and she used most of her effort to turn the knob to the right, the cold water spewing out into the sink. Her hand pushed forward when it turned, and so did her torso. Her other arm rested on the rim of the sink, her head laid upon it.
Slowly, her eyes wandered to the clear water running down and out of the faucet. A few 'clunk's could be heard, then the water sputtered. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed in confusion as it stopped running. A horrid groan could be heard from the tap, and soon, a thick, crimson liquid poured out of it, staining the white porcelain as it touched it.
It took December a while to process what she was seeing, but soon she did, breathing becoming shaky and eyes widening. She forced herself back from the sink, head throbbing, one word racing through her head.
Blood. Blood. Blood
All she could think to do was cover her eyes with her hands, which she did. When she peeked through her fingers, it was water again and. Blurred, but definitely water. Her breathing slowly, reluctantly, calmed, and she slumped down in her seat. She started drifting in and out of consciousness again, and as a nurse walked in, she finally drifted off.
Everything was black, but, slowly, her eyes opened. Everything was hazed and dreamy, all colours mixing ito a blur, soft on her eyes, not letting them focus, but not letting them ache. Her fingers brushed over something soft. A duvet she was in a bed, large and comfy, with just the right warmth. Rain gently tapped against the window, soothing her ears from the usual harsh ringing, and lulling her into a calm state.
At a leisurely pace, she sat up, moving her feet to the side of the bed. She saw two paws push out a pair of soft slippers, and slipped her feet into them before kneeling on the floor and looking at what gave her them. All that laid under the bed was a teddy bear. December pulled it out, brushing off any dust, and placed it on the bed, under the warm duvet.
Stumbling, the girl headed to the door, feeling almost intoxicated, and fell as she opened it, waking up suddenly with an intake of breath.
She was back in the hospital, sat upright in her bed. Her brows furrowed, her mind swarming with questions.
What just happened?
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You have such a beautiful way of writing. I was on an edge reading that, I felt all the emotions too. Nice to meet you :)