The Real Life Ending

Drip…..drip…..drip.  The sound of a lone droplet as it crashes onto the ground, the only companion of a lone girl.  She lies motionless on the cold and unforgiving pavement.

She can hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.  She tries to concentrate on the sound of the rain, but she is too far gone to hear anything but her heart. She slowly turns her head to the left and watches as the water trickles down the drain.  She laughs a bitter laugh, one filled with hatred and regret. The irony of the sight reminds her of her life slowly trickling away down the very same drain.

She groans remembering why her life is being drained from her.  She can still feel where the knife had been embedded into her.  She can still feel the warm blood trickling past her fingers.  Her mind wanders.  She is thinking; but oddly not about her regret of being there or of her family.  She is wondering, ‘How can one body bleed so much?’

She laughs again.  A sorrow-filled laugh as she realises no one will save her.  No Prince Charming will come on a white horse to rescue her.  There will be no fairy-tale ending; no happily ever after.  In fairytales, damsels never bleed.  The princess is never left alone to die. The princess NEVER gets stabbed.

Her heart is slowing down now.  She hadn’t realised the numbness was setting in until she could no longer feel the pain.  In a way she is relieved that she can’t feel anything.  She is done with feeling. She is fed up with feeling disappointed, especially with her ending.

As blackness seeps into her vision, she tries to focus her eyes.  She is greeted by the sight of her blood, mingling with the rain, slowly being washed away. She has lost hope.  Her heart is coming to a stop.  Her story is coming to a close.

She closes her eyes, giving into her ending. The last sound to escape her lips is not a gasp for breath, but a sigh of relief.  Her heart has stopped. But a lone tear travels downwards, to mix with the rain and her blood.

Her rescuers arrive too late.  She is gone, her life flowing down the drain along with her fairytale ending.

Her real life, ending.

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