Ana's Ghost, Speculative Fiction Authors [ereader iphone txt] 📗

the games that were being played between her mind and her heart.

 

 A strange sensation in her hand distracted her; she looked down to see that she had made a fist around the razor, and it had sliced partway into her palm.

 

She panicked, not knowing why, but scared nonetheless.

 

She had sliced her wrist and the pain was cold, she waited for death to come and take her far away. She closed her eyes thinking of him again for the last time, tears then brushed her eyelids as the pain got unbearable.

 

"Ana!" She heard someone calling out her name and opened her eyes, as the rivulets of tears cascaded down her pretty face.

 

A crimson wave flowed from her wrist, spilling to the carpet at her feet like soured wine. Again she heard the voice, this time docile, a whisper caressing the edge of her hearing like one final kiss goodbye.

 

Darkness took over as her eyes closed for what felt like forever. 'Is this it? Is this what death feels like?' she thought.

 

Ana felt a sensation of cold and soothing warmth at once. As though the chills of life had settled in her bones and the release of death was thawing her through.

 

She heard someone else calling her name, this time a familiar voice from the past, and she opened her eyes to see nothing but white and the ghostly figure of her lost love.

 

This can't be right, she thought sadly. He's dead. He cannot help me.

 

Her crushed soul lingered in the dream world, wishing that somehow she might see her lost lover once more.

 

And then, like an epiphany, there was music, music that awoke her from a dream she didn't realize she was having, to a reality that was both a relief and a despair - the dream had convinced her that she'd used the razor to cut her wrist and end her life instead of using it to cut through the continuum to bring her into the past, while the reality showed she had only sliced into her palm and she was still here, undying, filled with woe.

 

The music told a strange, alluring story of heartbreak and betrayal, the soft melody attempting to describe her feelings.

 

"Ana? Oh good you're awake," a voice spoke from behind. She turned to see her sister walking into the small bedroom and work her way over to the dresser with a large round mirror sitting on the top of it and a bowl of water.

 

"What have you done to yourself?" the small girl asked, alarmed. She rushed over and snatched the razor from her sister's hand.

 

She was half listening, she felt normal, the pain was not as everyone talked about it. Her heart ached more than her hand.

 

Tears bereft of feeling caress the contours of her cheeks, falling hollow on to the blade still perched between feverish crimson fingers. “Why Ana?”

 

Ana had no explanation for the child.

 

Stuttering, she attempted to sit up, her muscles sore.

 

"H-help me..." She was able to say before she collapsed, crumpling to the floor like a torn curtain.

 

Spots dance in Ana's vision and her head swims with the sudden loss of equilibrium.

 

 She doesn’t know how long she was out but when Ana opened her eyes, the light was blinding. She blinked against its harshness just as a shadow came into her view. “My darling, are you alright?” Her love’s voice was familiar and soothing.

 

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Publication Date: 10-01-2013

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