I do -Part I-

-Silent Dances-1

Down the stairs, into the hall, down the elevator shaft, and into the sanctuary. That’s where she went, everyday. The same route making the same movements, and always moaning the same thing, over and over, “I do I do I do”, each time making the blood fall heavier from her matted hair, and over her pale white face. Each day when she finally reached where she was going, she sat quietly down by the organ, and played the only song she knew, the last one she could remember, all the while, tears running down her face. Remembering only the life she once lived. Remembering the only man she had ever loved. Remembering that fateful night that life was torn away from her.2

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Laura looked into the mirror unhappily. ‘The bridesmaid gown IS pretty,’ she thought, wrapping one of her many brown curls around her finger. She flopped down in the chair that stood in the dressing room, and looked at the picture of the man her sister was soon to wed.4

She couldn’t be angry. She could never be angry at either of them. Her sister has always seemed perfect. From her beautiful straight black hair that fell down her back in such a perfect fashion, to her nice, but still comfortably dark, level headed personality. Then there was Ben, the groom. Whenever she looked at him, her knees got weak and an almost painful hot sensation rolled over her heart. She had always loved him so much, even before her sister really knew him. But it was not her that he wanted, she didn’t deserve him anyway.5