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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Feel (emotions) (08/26/10)

TITLE: Death's Kiss
By Kara Dunham
09/02/10


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Lydia’s hands trembled as she clutched the cold revolting metal. As she walked through the bathroom, the tile floor was freezing on her bare feet, urging her into the tub. The water was warm and relaxing.

At least I’ll be comfortable when I die, she thought wryly. The gun clanked on the side of the tub as she eased herself in.

Life wasn’t easy. In fact it was hard, very, very hard. Lydia couldn’t bear any more of it. If there was anything of her heart left to feel than perhaps she would have hope. It had long since numbed to the pain that constantly burdened her life.

Memories of happy times were so distant they seemed unreal, like a window into a different person’s life. Her smiles were shallow and her laughter hollow, but no one seemed to notice.

Now she was alone and invisible. She couldn’t remember her ring tone, as her phone usually lay dormant. The Internet was just another form of rejection, a constant reminder of how empty her life was compared to other’s.

She had once had friends, people to laugh with. Things change Lydia, it’s time you moved on.

Men was a subject she was constantly trying to avoid, but it was at the very center of her pain. She had loved, and had done so deeply. The deeper the love, the deeper the pain. So then she stopped loving and stopped caring. Now there had been countless men, nameless men. All wanting nothing, but taking everything.

Now she was a hallow shell. Perhaps there were feelings of guilt buried somewhere under the emptiness. The pain and sadness had long since hardened, like a glacier trapping her heart.

Death now was her only friend. Escape from the nothingness.

She wondered how long it would take for someone to find her. The gun shot would most likely trigger a call to the police to come investigate. That was her reasoning for choosing the gun. Besides, it was easy enough to get a hold of, right from under her brother’s nose. She was also reassured that he wouldn’t be on duty tonight. The bathtub would contain most of the mess, but it wouldn’t be pretty.

With a slow sigh she allowed her head to slip under the water, all but her nose and lips. She lifted her chin, the gun in place. Death’s kiss. She took a deep breath. The water amplified the air filling her lungs. Her heart beat echoed off the water’s vibrations. Her heart beat; it banged loudly as if in protest. Perhaps this is why most people die in an empty tub, she thought feeling her confidence dissolving.

Pull the trigger and be done with it!

She sat up in frustration, unplugging the drain. Boom Boom!

She started from the knock at her door. Coming so close to death, it felt strange and dreamlike getting out of the tub. She set the gun aside and pulled on a robe. Dreading the appearance of her brother, she pulled open the door.

A tall handsome stranger stood, posed with a single beautiful white rose. His face lit up in delighted surprise at seeing her, she noticed the color rising in his cheeks when he noticed her attire.

Taking advantage of her speechlessness, he gracefully took her hand and gently placed the flower in it. He looked strait into her eyes. As he spoke his eyes seemed to sparkle. “You are never alone,” he whispered.

His words pierced deep like a breath of cold clean air. Before she could say a single word he had gone. The rose lay in Lydia’s hand as she slept that night, the cold revolting metal lay forgotten on the side of an empty tub.


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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/02/10
You did an outstanding job showing how despair can lead to disaster. I'm glad it had a happy ending.
AnneRene' Capp 09/09/10
Wow...you had me holding my breath and saying to myself "please don't do it." You got me with unplugging the tub drain and the boom boom...and then Jesus appearing. Really thought it was over. Good story!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/09/10
Congratulations for placing in the top 15 of your level.:)