She stood emotionless, gazing through the streams of water, frozen in a time which she would never be able to explain. Her arms hung down by her side, blood dripped onto the concrete from the tips of her sprawled out fingers. Her hair, wet and matted, part of which covered more than half of her sliced up face. A fine silk gown clung hopelessly to her frail and bony body.
What had she escaped?
Many whispered and hurried by, afraid of what her presence confirmed. Being careful not to wake a human response to a mysterious being, as if she were from outer space. The unknown never calls the weak, only strength-filled beings are prepared to fight treacherous battles for the most delicate of souls.
She remained alone.
Her mouth opened wide as silent screams of horror failed to exit.
Draped in fine clothing, his identity hidden behind a costume – his suit, tie, and…. degree. He represented the evil at an extravagant price. His movements, swift. A document fell from the manilla folder that swung back and forth with his every step. DISCOVERY, typed as a header, stared from the ground up – towards the woman.
She pulled from the bottom of her foot, a broken piece of glass that had pressed itself into her sole. It stuck with her every moment of every day since her womanhood had been violated by a violent rapist who had inserted himself into her….. life. She vertically slit her wrists, exclaiming victory in the case that came before the judge minutes before the eleventh-hour docket. She fell into the pool underneath the courthouse fountains, her body cleansed by the crystal clear flow as she took her last breath.
The busy room redirected from the outside mission to respectfully remove her corpse from the premises.
The gavel slammed against the hardwood.
Order in the court was gained.
Leesa Writes 