.The Night of My Life.

-The water pours into her lungs as she rips against the rapid beat. She glides her hands alongside her body, suffocating on her words, she breathes.1


Black lace falls into her eyes while a loved one kisses her cheek softly. Fingers of an ungloved hand gently rub across her arm; she curses all these people for being here. For her only want was to be in her lover’s arms.2


-The water presses against her skin, washing away all of her fears. “Cherie,” she whispers into the ocean. “Cherie, please.” However, she’s left alone.3

Her lace covered hands run across the white coffin, wanting to hear the heartbeat inside. Someone walks behind her and snickers; she prays that they go blind.
“May we begin?” A gagging woman says, standing at the podium.
She sits and listens in distaste, wishing that they would all just go away.4


-Choking on the black water, she screams into the dark night. “Why me?!” Her voice rumbles against the sea, hurting her insides ever-so deeply. She pushes the pain aside, all she wants is her love, all she wants is to be held once more.5


“Such a tragic death,” The woman says into the tall microphone. “Such a loving girl, her life was taken away in such a harsh and cold way.”
She scoffs at what this woman says, knowing this woman knew nothing of the deceased. ‘You don’t know what we went through’ she thinks quietly to herself.6


-The salt in her throat makes it even harder to fight the darkness in front of her. She remembers the names and how her and her love would be ridiculed day in and day out. The way they were treated, the pain they went through for just being in love. She still remembers that fateful night.7


A blood curdling scream sounds inside of the lit church. All eyes turn to her, as she screams again. “You people don’t know what happened,” she yells, her body folding as she falls down to her knees. “What we really went through...”8


-The blood splatter dyes the water a unforgettable red. She gags at the memory, remember the night, that night she was forced to hear her lover’s cries in agony and pain.9


“Cherie loved me!” Her shaking hands touch her own parted lips. “They did this!” She curses, staring at the ceiling. “They hurt her because they thought what we were….who we are was…is wrong.” 10


-Her eyes pop open against the ocean and that night is replayed. She can almost feel the way her lover was pulled from her arms, yanked down the street; how she was forced to stay behind and listen to her screams.11


A sarcastic laugh erupts from her lips. “And all Cherie wanted was to go to the mall.” She pauses, standing up, before yelling. “The fucking mall!”
“Dray, calm down, please.” The familiar voice of Cherie’s mother pleads, her northern accent kicking in.
Ignoring the woman’s request, she marches towards the shining white coffin, fighting off the mounds of family and friends whom try to hold her back.12


-She flips out of the water, landing on a desolate piece of land. In the silence she freezes, as if she were caught red handed.13


Sobbing, she yanks the unlock casket open, screaming in reply to the dry, pale face which is yearning for life.
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“Audrina, wake up!”15

My eyes pop open, while my chest rises and falls. I look around the room, searching for something-someone-whoever said my name.16

“C’mon!” Cherie’s angelic voice giggles. “Let’s go to the mall!”