Walking in Stilettos *One Shot*

Thinking back, maybe I should have worn a jacket to avoid getting a cold, but then again, why on earth would I care about a stupid cold? I keep walking down the wet street, struggling to hold on to an inch of my sanity, and compose myself before the funeral. If I’d just been in that car with them, I can’t help thinking. Then I wouldn’t be wandering down the empty streets in this very moment, tears streaming down my face.

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1. Walking in Stilettos

“All sad songs remind me of you, so now I’ll drift into sleep, and finally be in peace.”

The door slams shut behind me, and I start walking down the abandoned street. The skies are crying, radiating my mood, and my stiletto heels hit the concrete on the sidewalk, hard.

The sharp sound of them against the stone is the only thing left to hold on to, and so I do.

Thinking back, maybe I should have worn a jacket to avoid getting a cold, but then again, why on earth would I care about a stupid cold? I keep walking down the wet street, struggling to hold on to an inch of my sanity, and compose myself before the funeral. Focusing on the sound of the heels again, doesn't really work. If I’d just been in that car with them, I can’t help thinking. Then I wouldn’t be wandering down the empty streets in this very moment, tears streaming down my face, all alone in a mess of a world.

“Sis? Annabelle? If you guys are up there, I miss both of you so bad… That crash didn’t just wreck the car, it also wrecked my life, my heart, my soul. I love you.”

This is all a whisper, but if I could scream it out loud, I would. But all strength has left me, and all I am able to, is whisper to myself, while pacing slowly down the sidewalk.

Even that is hard, almost more than I can take, but I try to focus on the beauty of where I am. Around my, trees surrounded by rosegardens are making an incredible view, but all I can really do, is fight the impulse to tear it all down. Beauty don't belong in a world like this one.

I hear the distant sound of the highway a couple of hundred yards away, mixing with the sound of my high heels against the concrete. Without thinking about it, I’ve worn the stilettos my sister gave me, less than a month ago. It feels like I’ve had them for years, like the last few days after her recent death, could right as well have been the rest of my life.

And then a new impulse hits me, with the force of a horse stretching in gallop. The strength, which only a few seconds ago was a long lost memory, returns, and I set to run towards the highway in the distance.

My shoes will be ripped and wrecked like my heart when I get home, but right now I won’t worry about that. I won’t worry about anything in the world, apart from how to make the pain from the loss go away. Annabelle, my best friend, that’s bad enough, but to have my twin sister dying along with her, that’s more than I can learn to cope with. Running from it is the last option I can see, if I'm going to get to the other side alive.

“Hey girl looks good!” someone yells behind me, and it fills me with an uncontrollable rage, that forces me to run even faster, despite the 13-inch heels on my feet.

I get to the highroad, and without spilling a thought to it, I run straight to the edge, to stand watching the cars. I hate the red one coming towards me now. And that one behind it. And that one. I hate all of them more and more, for every beat of my torn heart.

And then I let myself feel the hatred, breathe in deeply, and the only solution, the only way I can think of living through this, hits me. It is so obvious I didn't see it until now, but I'm sure it was always the only option.  I can't survive it. I must not, at any cost, survive it.

So that's when I decide. I prepare to force my body into one last movement, one last jump, and when the next car is almost in front of me, I set of into the air, with nothing, but the road to catch me.

A shot of pain runs through every particle in my body, as I hit the road and the vehicle crashes frontally into me, and the huge relief it brings, the distraction from the pain inside me, I welcome. I know this will be how it ends. I am completely sure of this being fate, me dying, wearing the stilettos my twin gave me. I am perfectly aware of how soon I'll be with my loved ones again, and it makes the pain grow distant, not able to reach me through my salvation. 

A smile spreads across my face, as everything goes dark. 

"I'm with you... I'll never leave you again," my sisters voice promise and the peace overwhelms me, as the distant sound of the sirenes die out.

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