Angel of Silences:(part 2) A Withering Soul of Sorrow

(continued from Angel’s of silences)

As the road winded along the English Channel….she thought of her own death that seemed to follow her in her dreams…she knew death would only be an outlet to happiness when one’s life falls down the spiral of the abyss…

With her eyes suddenly staring at the fading ringlets of dawn, she looked on to see the ocean that glittered like a thousand blue sapphires radiant in Apollo’s shining light of the burning sun. Along the highway that lined up against the English Channel, she looked at the speed monitor of her Thunderbird as she revved the engine along with her dark desires pulsating. She growled as she remembered just an hour ago…she left her own last true friend to wallow in anger and sadness…

Shana knew her boundaries of violent liaisons could never be limited. She strengthened her grip upon the worn steering wheel as the leather stuck up with spikes of threads that seemed to puncture Shana’s hands. Blood like the surfaces of dark wine rolled down the edges of the steering wheel as little droplets began to fall upon Shana’s lap. She stared straight into the ascending darkness of the sweet night that comforted her like always. As she ignored the dripping rains of blood that fell upon her lap, she began to weep as she placed one of her bloodied hands upon her forehead. Grunts and strains of agony rose from her croaking voice. As she looked on upon the yellow lines of the road …she slammed the full force upon the handbrake as her head went spiraling towards the center of the wheel. She rested her head upon the wheel and sobbed uncontrollably. She knew her wrong action of leaving Kelly was a sign of a fading friendship. Shana strained her voice as she walked out into the moonlight’s gaze. Those cold of eyes of Shana brightened as she spoke in her own soliloquy with whispers to the moonlight, “Moonlight of ages, moonlight of the ascending night…it’s always been this way…. always those lies that drip like poisoned saliva from their haggard lips…why do you let me live… why do am I chosen to suffer through this…why?” Shana raised her hands as she fell to the gravel upon her knees. She whimpered from the pain of the rocks that lied in the gravel. She sat upon her knee’s and remembered those lines in which Ted always spoke of in the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet…Shana screamed with her eyes bloodshot from her on coming rage, “I defy you stars!” Those words traveled through the evening sky as doves flew out into the forest. She sat up right with her head upon her bruised knees. Her hands gripped her head as she dug her broken nails deep into her flaky scalp that looked like the icy surface of Alaska. She cried as she bled into the covers of night.

From afar an hours drive from where Shana t and lost her grips upon her sanity, Kelly sobbed also…she could hear the waves crash as she sniffled and lied her head upon the soft stingy grass. She looked into the glistening channel with her eyes filled with tears of sorrow and anger. She rose up enough just to have a straight view of the now darkened ocean. She smiled as she remembered the poppies that once surrounded her home during her early years as a child. They were the only things that brought serenity to her when she sat through the beatings and torturing of her father who was an interrogation specialist. Every night she would watch an unknown hero die in the hands of her own father. He would always give that little sly smirk as she crouched in her corner and cried for a longing to be free of her own father.

At the moment Kelly began to shed another tear that dripped off of her icy cheeks that felt numb in the grasp of old man winter. She reached through her pocket blouse and found one acidic pill…she smiled with a gasp of quiet joy, but it only lasted for a few seconds as time went by with it’s neglect towards life. She looked at the pill and she tilted her head. Each tilt to the left and right made her gaze into the grass as she stared blankly at the cold grass that stood still in the moist cold. She awakened herself as she took the pill and swallowed it. An hour later her stomach felt like the middle ground for a battle of twisters as the drug somehow began to kick in. She looked again at the grass and saw faint colors of the rainbow upon the blades of the wet grass. The grass blades shone as the moisture began to evaporate off of them. The swirling mist around the grass shone purple as it followed the color wheel and glowed in the night. Her staring stayed in constant motion as she looked at the grass with love and watched it began to grow into poppies…her mind drew back into the past again as constant flashing images of her childhood with her father blinked with steady motion. She could see her self as she held a hammer with her young hand that strained to keep the hammer in its grip. Her father stared at her with glowering eyes and a smile that hid a sinister face. She picked up the hammer and spoke gently to her father, “Daddy…watch me play you…” Her voice echoed through her own head as she could hear her father’s wry chuckles. “Daddy I m going to play you….hee hee hee”…she giggled as she took the hammer and smashed the hammer into her forehead. “Daddy…now I m playing you and your friends”…Her father grimaced with joy as she took the hammer gently from her small hand. “Now, Now Kelly remembered what daddy told you…. always go for the eyes” Kelly stood in her young child form with her eyes covered with the thick drying blood. “Daddy it red in here…I don’t like the red” Kelly sat on her knees upon the rotting floorboards of her father’s house. Banged her head against the floor. “Daddy it’s still red in here…daddy…. why won’t your answer me?” Kelly repeated the question as she begun to hear her voice swiftly change back to it’s normal tone…but she now didn’t sit upon her knees in her father’s own torture room where pounds of blood would spill from the prisoner’s wounds of torture as they cried like they never cried in their lives before. She now stood in a gorge at the bottom…the gorge rose to almost to the extent of where it seemed liked it went through heaven. The jagged, black sides of the gorge consisted of bodies that lied entombed as they stuck out like sore thumbs. Kelly felt herself shake as she shuddered at the silence in the mystifying gorge. She looked straight ahead as the blackened sky loomed over the gorge. The waves that once crashed on the English Channel still echoed through Kelly’s eardrums as they pounded with aching. She gripped her ears and screamed. The scream echoed loudly as it changed into a deafening scream that sent a sonic boom throughout the gorge. The scream cracked the walls of gorge as Kelly began to run with her eyes flashing wild and her screaming intensifying the rumbling of the falling gorge. She ran as Pink Floyd’s Run Like Hell played a melodic tune to her running, but so suddenly the gorge rocks turned into waves as Kelly felt the wind blow during her fall…She saw the jagged edge of a rock that seemed to stare at her with the face of her own father…she screamed as her father laughed. “It’s time to come home Kelly”, as he spoke with a trembling in his voice…Kelly cried as within the instant her eyes hit the peak of the towering rock. Her skull cracked open with Kelly’s lifeless body flipping into the ocean…her cries echoed as she spoke, “Daddy I’m coming home…” She floated in the moonlight’s gaze as she stared with her lifeless eyes into the moon as if they were two lovers staring at each other’s beauty.

In the moonlight’s cold gaze of silent solace, Shana sat with her head down bowed out to the moon as her hands clenched the ground of green English soil…She would never again go back to her old home, that old town that bustled with the workers of coal miners that came home to their wives and children as they would thrash them furiously with the full extent of releasing their frustration that spawned from the stressful atmospheres of the workplaces as the dusty coal would surround the town always in clouds of acid rain that spewed forth it’s own cries of destruction like the warriors of Mars. Shana looked on to the moon as she thought of Ted…she could only began to remember his scent of Ralph Laurens as the aurora slowly turned to an odor that rose off of the drenching sweat of Ted after every night he began to come home late from the school…the elementary school where he now was considered a monster for letting his sexual desires to reach his young students who were now turning into useless androids of the country’s entertainment. Shana sobbed as she tried not to believe it, but she began to shed a waterfall of tears that exploded from the cracks of her broken heart. With her straining screeches of agony, Shana screamed out once again to see if once the world could hear her cry of pain, but it was drowned out by the cries of others. Her single cry drowned in a sea of lost souls that longed for a world and dreams of light. As one could see, that world probably would never come to be, but only a distant figment of imagination.

She sobbed as she gave a sigh; she wanted to be free for once, to sleep forever, as she knew this pain would endure even through her peace as she wished to sleep forever. Her golden hair shook along with her shaking head that bowed out in disbelief. The hands of Shana moved towards the shimmering hair as it gripped on and pulled with undying strength until large strands of hair came out of the scalp with blood beginning to drench the scalp in darkness. Those eyes that once shone with such coldness now glittered as tears streamed and fell down the sharp lines of Shana’s narrow nose. Her fists pounded the gravel as they bled. With each strike, a pint of blood would escape like a tidal wave that would crash the shores of Hawaii in the days during the unknown times whereas mankind only seemed to advance only in narrow perspectives of life as man only then was learning…still is…

This day seemed to be the day that Shana could only try to find a sense of peace in her spare time while she sat in agony and reminisced past times that once flew by like the blowing winds of Mt. Everest and left her life in complete chaos. Her eyes seemed to linger as she looked at a white rock that shone like the stars in the large ceiling of stars above. She held the rock in her blood stained hands and looked at it with curiosity. She placed the rock upon her bruised forehead and pushed it forward. The strains growled in her vocal chords with echoing resonance. Her hand still pushed it forward as she tried to ignore the piercing pain of the jagged edged rock. Nothing really seemed to stop her as she whimpered and screamed as the flashes of Ted spun inside her crumbling head of sanity. She screamed with her eyes fluttering in the light of her aspiring rage that seemed to overcome her sense of depression like the arms of ancient Rome…spreading it’s long tentacles over to the far ends of the world. Shana repeatedly struck her now bloodied forehead with the white stone when each time she saw an image of Ted laughing while molesting those children as he touched them…each time that appeared in her mind of innocence, the more that innocence seemed to fall away into a dark world of despair. As long as she kept her energy, she wouldn’t pass out in the cold. She stopped to emphasize upon the situation that Kelly might have been in right at the sudden moment. Unfortunately she didn’t know of the tragic event that Kelly had placed upon herself. Shana wept, as she was still in fact bitter about the confrontation between her and Kelly. There was nothing she wanted to do except sulk in her own sorrow and sleep forever until time had reached it’s end. She rose up and walked slowly to her 55’ Thunderbird and sat upon the hood and lied down….she looked beyond the stars and dreamed………..

To those who read the first part….well if u like this as well then I shall consider writing more