sinone

It had been a year now. It felt like five; It felt like six if you counted the bitter waiting and calculated its destination time and its departure. If it had departed, that is. She couldn't seem to tell, now. Not after the pain had numbed. She hardly knew when it was there. It felt normal.
But, yes, it had been a year. Now, time had ticked too far from itself. The harvest of the dead was being spoken of in whispers no one seemed to hear. The snow that looked like flakes of sugar had already begun coating her bedroom. The flowers had taken their firey blossoms and killed them delicately. It had been a year since she was declared insane.
Not only by her peers and doctors that proclaimed normal a calm state of mind, but by herself. The nights that stretched enormously with sobs had become too harsh. She had even started scratching. She would curl up in a corner of her closet and sob, her arms wrapped around her body tightly, as though to hug herself since no one else would. Her nails would eventually find her skin and try to rub it off.
Then, the eve of the blood would splash and the scars would be born. She needed the pain, though. Its how she knew she was alive.
The burnings followed. The firey fingertips and the burnt hair. But, those blew away also. They were all stages. Thats what the doctors told her. They also said she was selfish, that she had no right to be sad.
A year later, she was sitting in the parking lot of an abandoned hotel. Its cracked cement ran in a black river all around her. She shifted her weight and toyed with the silver ring that was around her pinky finger. The moon's light barely lit up the things around her, but with the help of the flashlight that was laying by her side, she was able to see the night's heart. It was alive, and she was the only one in this damned town that knew it.
She knew it brought out the monsters. They used to sleep under her bed during the day, the light that would seep through her window piercing their ghostly images and making them invisible. Then, when she would curl up under her blankets, they'd come to. They licked her toes and whispered things to her. She knew they were there. Now, she just didn't sleep at night.
A car drove into the parking lot and crashed against the curb that was next to her. Music flowed out of the slowly opening windows and the driver grinned.
"Damn, girl. Can't you ever pick a decent place for me to pick you up? Like your house maybe?" the other female called, as she quickly shut her music off.
Sin climbed to her feet and jogged a little over to the opposite side of the car, then quickly threw her purse in through the open window. She climbed into the vehicle and slammed the door, then smiled wearily.
"You can't pick me up at my house. For one, night is when my mother brings home her sex slaves, and the other reason is that Daddy is normally passed out drunk in the drive-way. I'll just drag him inside when we come home tomorrow morning," she explained, then smirked.
Her friend laughed and pressed her foot down on the gas pedal. As the small black car sped out of the broken and forgotten Clermont Hotel parking lot, Sin looked back at its rusted signs.
"Where are we going tonight?"
"A party," Jen said simply.
She didn't need to say more. Her parties normally broke out into drunken hazes, clouds of cocaine, and wild never ending sexual out bursts. Jen grinned a little and leaned over, giving the other girl a peck on the cheek.
"You-know-who will be there."
"Who?"
The car stopped at a red light and Sin stared blankly at her friend.
"You'll see."
The light changed to green and the car gained its speed and life again. The streetlamps spread their orange light down on them as Jen reached over and turned the radio on again. The number of the track on the CD faded into the time, and the blonde haired girl named after evil looked at the little screen. 10:53 on a Friday night. She reached up to her hair and pushed a few of her red highlights behind her ear.
"I have a bad feeling."
"Don't you always?"
Sin nodded. It was true... but the truth does seem to hold many unknown lies.
On the other side of town, her mother was pulling into the driveway, her car grinding over a body that lie face down on the now red cement. The woman wobbled out of her car with a fairly young man following her. Their shadows and lust-filled appearances crept into the house, leaving behind the unnoticed dead.