a dumb lil story i wrote at 2am last night lol
The mansion was quiet, silent even. No one was awake to make the floorboards creak or the rusty hinges of the doors squeak. Even the dusty grandfather clock placed by the front door barely made its usual ticking sound. If you were to look at the house from the outside, the lack of any smoke from the chimney and the front porch lights both being turned off would’ve made you think that no one was home.
But upstairs, on the third floor, a girl sat on her windowsill, watching the raindrops slide down the pane of glass. Her name was Diana, a name given to her on a whim by her grandparents.
She sat there on a pile of blankets, her shoulder pressed against the cold glass. Her hands were shaking a bit as she carefully sketched out lines, curves and shadows. Yet she made no attempt to stop them, or to take a break and let them rest so that the cramping would ease.
Surrounding her were countless pieces of tea stained paper. Each one holding the image of the same girl. Or a lady, as Diana was so fond of describing her as.
The girl’s hair was sleek and straight, shaded with the graphite of Diana’s pen to look as dark as the crows that were resting on top of the very house the artist was residing in. Her eyes were light and held a look of comforting warmth in them, accompanied by a thick black line of eyeliner. Her cheeks were round and full, her ears holding several piercings on the lobe.
Not a single detail was to be missed.
No matter the position she was in, the outfit she wore, the action she was doing, each sketch was made to make her look utterly breathtaking.
Love wasn’t enough to describe how Diana felt about the girl. Obsessed was more fitting. The girl and her haunting beauty plagued Diana’s mind daily, nothing was enough to distract the artist from her muse.
Diana was dragged from her thoughts of adoration when a small *clink* came from her window. She looked outside and saw the girl standing there. Her breath hitched.
“Come,” she faintly heard the words as she stared at the way the girl’s lips moved so softly. “Please, it’s our only chance.”
Most people would’ve called that girl crazy. In fact, several had and that was how she had ended up in the mental health institute for six months.
But Diana just looked at her lovingly, her eyebrows furrowed upwards softly like the girl had said something sweet. Carefully, she opened up the window and climbed down the large loose bricks. Her feet hit the ground just as she looked up at the girl, who simply smiled and turned to lead her.
They walked for about half an hour until they reached the shore. The sun was just now rising, and the pair climbed over the jagged rocks to dip their toes into the water.
After a few moments of simply watching the tide come in and out and cascade over their feet, the girl grabbed Diana’s hand and began walking deeper.
They kept going out, further and further. Eventually the water reached the girl’s chin and Diana’s neck. And then the girl, with a peaceful look on her ethereal face, slipped under.
Her brain tried to get her to rise up and take a breath, but her heart kept her laying there on the ocean floor.
