The Funeral (Open)
Dec 30, 2011 16:39:26 GMT -5
Post by Kyalee on Dec 30, 2011 16:39:26 GMT -5
Luke starred down at the unmoving body. The man was now cold as the ice that had swallowed him whole and killed him. His hair still had frost on it, which now glittered softly in the moonlight. The mans face wasn't smiling, and actually looked miserable. The blush they had put on him didn't change the ghastly paleness that enveloped him. His lips were cold and chapped, not like Luke remembered. Not the smiling, cheerful lips that would cheer him on whenever all he could think about was defeat. Those lips would never cheer again though, never even talk. His face seemed frozen in time, and would stay that way forever. Never to have the soft touch of his children to feel, never to grow wrinkles, never to smile again. Never to be happy again. His eyes were sealed shut with frost, and it pained Luke to even get a glance of them. So he looked at the mans body instead. He wore a dark navy tux, with a white bow on his neck. He looked stiff in the outfit, not like himself. A light coat of snow now covered his body, and the suit was wet. Luke felt sorry for him, and tears started to blurr his vision. The sun rising told him he had to leave, so he slowly went over to William's eye lids, and put one open. Suddenly the other opened and William got up screaming. Luke fell backwards screaming too, and the sand disapeared under him. The scene of the sea, and rising sun, and the coffin disapeared as he sank in the sand, screaming.
Luke woke up on the floor when he hit it. The coolness of it dulled the pain from the fall, but only slightly. He slowly unwrapped the blankets around him, and got up. He was in a cold sweat, and still breathing heavily from the dream.
Thats all it was Luke, a bad dream...
But it seemed so real. Luke himself hadn't even been "all there" when he was at the funeral, because he had had a bad fever. But still, his family took him. He sighed heavily and put some clothes on. The moon lit the room quite clearly, so he didn't light a candle.
It was just a bad dream....
Luke had to keep repeating it in his mind so he wouldn't start to have a breakdown. It had been this way a lot after William's death. There hadn't been a night where he hadn't had a bad dream. It was worse when he had had a bad fever though, because usually he wouldn't wake up unless someone shook him. Luke quietly slipped on some ripped jeans and a t-shirt. He carefully walked on each creaky wooden board like he was walking on needles as he exitted his room. He did the same walking down the hallway, even though he had to be more careful because his sight was very limited. But he knew his house like the back of his hand.
Down this hallway... Then to the left.. Don't step on the 6th board, it creaks bad...
Luke was so close to the door, he could almost touch it. Moonlight slid gracefully out of the windows as he finally grabbed the door knob. He turned it carefully, and then opened the door silently. The door creaked a little, but not enough for even the lightest sleeper to be awaken by it. Luke was washed in white moonlight which came from the cloudless sky above. He closed the door just as softly as he had opened it, and made his way down the abandoned street. Not a window was lit, nor a peacekeeper about. The whole city was asleep. As Luke walked, it was so quiet that his footsteps echoed erriely through the maze of houses. He walked carefully in the shadows, in case someone happend to reveal themselve's from the comfort of their home and see him. As he observed his surroundings, he almost tripped over a homeless man, who was sleeping on the ground. Carefully he stepped aside, and the homeless man stayed asleep, breathing softly toward the dirty ground.
Luke soon made his way out of the area of houses, and was walking toward the beach. He carefully slid down the rocky slope, not caring how loud he was, for who would be at the beach at this time of night? He could now hear the steady beat of salty waves gently hitting the rocky shore. His feet touched the cold sand, and thats when he realized he was bearfoot. Light cover of snow was on top of the sand, and it made his feet numb on the bottom. Luke ignored this though. The moonlight was reflected off the huge, majestic waves. Salty air entered Luke's nose, and it calmed him. This part of the ocean was not frozen, just freezing. A crazy man would not enter the depths of the cold-as-ice water that was only near District 4.
Luke wiped the rock off gently, and sat down on it. He starred up at the night sky, and tried to enjoy a bit of alone time from everyone. All his worries seemed to be left back in the town. He carefully spotted each constelation, for now he knew them all.
There's the big dipper.... There's the little dipper..
Suddenly the image of William and Luke, a younger version of them both in Lukes head. William was showing Luke all the constelations, and they were on the sand, looking at the sky. Luke started pointing too.
"How can that be a dipper? They just look like dots to me."
Luke had frowned, but then William said something, and they both started laughing.
The image Luke was starring at now, the image of the night sky, was blurring up. Soon he could not even see the stars at all, just blurry dots of light. Tears dripped down Lukes face like cold rain. Luke furiously wiped them away, ashamed of them.
"Its all my fault..." He said to no one but himself, his voice cracking toward the end as more tears came.
