Silent Night, Gothic Jane Eyre [ereader with android txt] 📗

She had been running down the street with her beau Charlie Dubbrey, and was in a content state of mind. The day was sunny and beautiful, and the birds were chirping happily. It was your dream day, so unreal, it was almost tacky. She looked over at Charlie, who was beaming at her. She remembered grinning madly back and saying that she loved him more than anything. They kissed and she broke it first and sprinted off gaily in the middle of the unoccupied road, looking over her shoulder once to see him just standing there with a smile on his face. He jogged towards her, his movements’ fluid. He looked down and when he looked back up, his whole face changed completely. Suddenly he was running, faster than she’d ever seen and pushed her out of the way, her face hitting the ground and scraping off skin. The pain in her cheek was like a mosquito bite compared to what she heard next.

Next thing she knew there was a horrifying sound of a metal hitting flesh and she cried out. She reached out for him and tried to go to him but she found that she couldn’t. She looked down at her leg and noticed that it was twisted at an unusual angle. She looked at Charlie’s ghastly appearance that used to be a beautiful face that made her legs weak. She got her arms ready and began to crawl towards him. When she reached him, at first she just looked at him. She touched his face, feeling the pain in her abdomen go into overdrive as she looks at him. She saw his eyes flutter open a little bit and hope filled her whole being. Please be okay, please be okay, she chanted. He looked straight at her and said the last words he’ll ever say.

“I love you, Trinity.” He whispered before the light behind his eyes dulled then was gone. She pulled on his hands, bawling in anguish. She knew that he was gone but didn’t want to admit it. She knew that she would always be different now but she didn’t care. She’d loved him and he returned her feelings. The pain on her face was throbbing now, but not nearly as hard as her heart. It felt like she was about to burst.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” someone asked.

She hadn’t even realized that she was crying.

She looked up and said. “I’m fine, thank you.”

The man was about 4 inches taller than her own frame, which was 5’9. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. He wore that day a very sharp suit that seemed to fit his very muscular frame well. He walked and stood with a confidence, unlike her. She slouched and flinched from any stare. Especially, his own stare that felt as though he could look through her soul and see her pain.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere more private.” He reached for her and she jumped to her feet and away from his touch. She glared at him and seethed.

“I’m not a prostitute, so anything you got in your mind, is not happening. So if you think you’re getting anything from me, you can just go away now.”

He laughed amused by the thought and even as he rubbed his forehead, the back of his ears turned beet red.

“I had no intention of doing what so ever with someone in your sorts. I simply want to help you. Maybe give you some food and some clothes.” He stepped closer to her and said, as he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “A bath wouldn’t be a bad idea either.”

She looked at him, as though he were foolish. She wasn’t a charity and wouldn’t be treated as though she were. When she told him this, he seemed to be contemplative over the idea.

He rolled his eyes and it only struck her then that he was playing around with her. He was just like a child! She walked away from him, not bothering to hold back the rage as it showed clearly in her stride. She heard him snicker and walk in the other direction. Fine, she didn’t care. He was childish anyways.

But she couldn’t help but look back at him as he walked away. His steps were agile and precise as though he was thinking about how exactly to walk. He seemed absorbed in his own thoughts so when he looked over his shoulder, she was totally surprised. She stumbled a little in her walk so she turned back around to focus on her steps. That was the longest conversation she’d had with anyone since the accident. She didn’t want to admit but she had been lonely over the grieving four years. She turned the first corner, walked in a normal pace again. She walked with a very slight limp on her left leg, and a scar marking that day when her life completely changed. She was very beautiful and stood out among the crowd of the people around her. She coughed, spitting out phlegm and a little blood. She knew that she was sick; she could hardly fall asleep at night, she coughed so badly.

Usually she slept with the homeless people and always cried when she woke up and saw that something was gone from her little bit of what she had. She almost turned around to take the man offer but her stubbornness was too much too handle, so she turned and just kept on walking.

Publication Date: 09-16-2011

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Dedication:
I love to write. I've written since the age of 6 when i made a poem on a show I'd seen.