The Sun Will Set For You

[VindicatedSilence]

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The Sun Will Set For You

[ Standalone fic ]

Disclaimer: I don't own LP, this is pure fiction.

Copyrights: Story and Banner [c] to myself. (VindicatedSilence)

 

 

 

Silence is inevitable - my futile attempts to wash the white noise of despair away are wasted, lost in a vast plain of rotten hope and broken dreams. I watch, unable to speak a word as my forlorn gaze is directed to the picture window to my left. I feel scorned almost as the final rays of sunlight drift through the glass bathing my carpet in a temporary orange glow, the only source of warmth that I've felt since this morning. They'll be here soon, the neighbors knew too well that your screams weren't of pleasure but of pain, staining the walls with not only sound but the streaks of cool crimson that created small puddles in various corners of the room. I stood unable to breathe, noiseless whimpers caught in my throat and unable to move any further out. It was just me - stuck in this insanity that I was blissfully trying to ignore.

 

And I look to the west out the picture window, serene hills of greenery stretch as far as the eye can see, the setting sun leaving the vibrant sky of orange and blue to succumb to the darkness ahead...

 

I was scared. Scared to be alone in this large house lying on the outskirts of LA, without you not just for now, but for every approaching night to come. Tears burned the corner of my eyes causing my hands to fly up towards my face, my fingers digging hard into my eyelids as I wilted to my knees. A cry so loud and high pitched had enveloped the air around me and I was suprised I could even make such a horrible sound, the tears blurring my vision to the point where I could no longer see my hands. Another sob and I knew I was far past realizing you were gone, but more so knowing that you'd never come back. This I had brought upon myself...this, I had created.

 

I tear my hands from my face, watching in a sick satisfaction as the sun continued to slowly descend behind the western hills, my head falling back as I watched the light begin to fade back out my window...

 

I knew why night came so quickly...I was being punished. Punished for my deeds in which I was so unstable and gone from my own self that it was hard to believe I actually did it. My breath had returned to me and I found myself gasping noisily for air, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I developed a monster headache. Asprin...yes, some asprin would be nice. It would get rid of my headache...it would get rid of this constant pain that made it almost impossible to move...yes, get the asprin. I was trying to find the feeling in my legs, gripping the carpet as I pushed myself to a kneeling position. I was forced to stop and take a deep breath, my shakey body trying to push my breakfast back our where it came from. The nausea subsided moments later and I was finally able to rest on my knees, my head hung low to where it nearly touched my chest. But alas, my pounding headache returned and despite my weak legs I forced myself onto my feet.

 

The kitchen... that's where the asprin was.

 

But as I turned to the linoleum tiled room, my line of sight was once again directed to the window, the sun even further down now. I looked to the west almost religiously, the ghost of a smile poking at my lips, but it was gone before I could recover it fully...

 

I stumbled into the kitchen, my hands flailing blindly as I rummaged through the cupboards. Plates fell in a shattering chorus, broken glass stabbing into my bare feet as I continued to tear the room apart, searching for the relief I sought all day. And there it was. I felt my cold fingers grasp the bottle as I yanked it out, watching it intensely as it clattered to the counter in front of me. I scrambled to pick up the pills, holding a fistfull now as I looked lazily to the label on the front of the container. The word "Asprin" was oddly comforting, knowing now the power I held in my right hand. Looking at the little pills through my fingers, I began to count them out slowly and meticulously before slipping them one by one into my mouth...

 

I swallowed once, twice, three times and all only 2 pills slid down my throat. I threw the rest out, only taking enough to silence my headache...suicide was stupid, and I knew better then that.

 

 

Even though the red on the walls was mezmerising, I couldn't help but look out the window again. Only a sliver of the sun remained, the darkness coming in closer and closer...

 

I stopped in the middle of the room, swinging my head in to the left of me. I saw you. Dead, but beautiful I must say. Still beautiful, even though I knew you would never be able to whisper my name again.

 

And I still don't know what had come over me.

 

Slowly falling to my knees, I felt my arms numb as I crawled to your side, an odd whining sound escaping my lips as I stroked your hair and face, tears slipping down my cheeks in a rush that soaked my face the front of my shirt. I broke down next to you, my crying so loud that I was sure anybody around me could hear it. I lay next to you, wishing I didn't kill you, wishing my insanity didn't overpower my logic and judgement...

 

Again my eye returned to the window, watching now as the sun had nearly disapeared behind the distant hills. My sobs reduced to quiet whimpers and sniffles, listening to the police sirens grow closer and closer to my house...

 

And just like that, the light from outside had gone, the loud slamming of car doors echoed from my driveway. They were coming for me...and I would suffer and pay for what I had done.

 

And as the darkness had come for me...

The sun will set for you.

 

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Wheeee. Thanks for reading. :]] Reviews & Constructive Criticism would be lovely, because I'm thinking of submitting that into a contest that's coming up later this month.

[Livie122790]

Very deep and, at times, poetic. I loved it!

[Pheonix791989]

I read through it and I think its pretty good but there are some things you could improve on. Your detail is good but it seems you use it too often. Think of details in a minimalistic sense, sometimes the less you use the more of an effect it has on the people. But all in all a good story