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| Welcome to Symphony Without A Sound, my personal portfloio holding my fan art and graphics. All art work on this site is mine and is not to be used in any way without my permission | |||||||||
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Webmistress: Heather Since: August 2003 Version: 8 Featuring: Paul Bettany & Kirsten Dunst Font: Optimus Princepts & Carpenter Credit: Paul Bettany [dot] net |
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Name: Heather
Age: 19 Zodiac: Virgo Loves: J.T., Music, Making Graphics Hates: cleaning, liars, alarm clocks... more? |
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Title: In the Night
Sailing through the night, radio blasting your favorite song. Young and carefree, you glance around at the enshadowed scenery, barely distinguishing the outlines as you fly by. The world never seems to be going as fast as your speedometer says it is. You watch the needle climb higher, past seventy, past seventy-five. You really love this song. It makes your right foot feel heavy, pressing harder on the pedal. You are young, you are free. You are seeing the tiny bit of the world that a quarter tank of gas will allow you to see. Flying through the night, radio blasting your not so favorite song. You take your eyes off the road and one hand off the wheel, searching for the next station. Suddenly it occurs to you that you are going a lot faster than you should be. Well, too fast without at least watching the road. You glance up. Skidding through the night, the sound of screeching tires drowning out the radio and your screams drowning out the tires. Your eyes are closed. Your fingers grip the wheel so tightly, a vain attempt to hold on, to control something that is now so horribly out of your control. Coming to rest in the silence of the night. You are dazed, disoriented. Where are you? Is your car okay? Are you okay? What the hell just happened? Your parents are going to kill you. You try to move. You can't. Your foot is stuck between the pedals. Your hands are still clenching the wheel and trying to let go hurts so bad that you decide you can handle staying the way you are. A sticky wetness is sliding down your face and your tongue instinctively snakes out to wipe it away. The coppery taste of blood shocks you and your heart starts to race. Scared and alone, somewhere in the night. No one to save you. The pain is starting to dull but now you are too weak to move. A frightening numbness takes you over and a thin sheen of panic crawls onto your flesh. No matter how wide you open your eyes, it keeps getting darker. You start to cry as the shadows engulf you. One last breath exhaled into the dark, lost in the silence. In a place obscured by shadows a young life is lost in the night. |
