Tomato, Tomaato

does it really matter?

part 1

Published by ms.parker on Saturday, November 21, 2009


She yelled after him, begged him to stop. But he was already out of earshot. She fell on her knees, and sobbed uncontrollably. What? How? Why? these questions kept shooting back at noone but herself. She was drowning. Drowning in a puddle of mysteries. The worst part was the unknown. She didn't have a clue why she was suddenly lying on the pavement, left all alone.


Withered, lost, lonely, and left to die. Did it really matter, though? The brown haired man who had taught her to live had abandoned her. He had taken with him, every ounce of faith, hope and love that he had ever instilled in her. What was now left of her was a lifeless, immobile body.


She couldn't seem to muster the strength to even budge an inch. She sobbed, as on-lookers shot her worried, pitiful looks. She didn't care. She was oblivious to everything around her. Her tear soaked pink face, unkempt hair  that blurred her eyes, and a white flannel shirt that showed signs of scraped blood. The stench was unbearable.

3 sweet comments:

Shreyansh said... @ Saturday, November 21, 2009

omg WOW.

Anonymous said... @ Saturday, November 21, 2009

Uh,
Nothing left to say.
Awesome isn't the word enough..
=)

sanely insane said... @ Sunday, November 29, 2009

a shocking beginning...making one curious as to wat is coming next :)

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