Post by lucy on Jan 21, 2005 14:26:45 GMT -5
Avoiding the main entrance by wary choice, slipping down the side of the house. Peering within each window, a single smeared trace of someones fingers smudged down the window inked with blood, it had turned a rusty brown with time. Bending slightly at her waist to fathom what was inside, a single chandaleer hung lifelessly from the cealing its golden hue no longer gleaming and glorious. A few the crystill pieces swayed slightly in an invisiable breeze a few lay upon the dark oak flooring, smashed and broken. A long grand table with silver plates, crystill wine glasses and other glorious dining ware stood upon a silk white sheet covered in a green dust.
She moved again, standing upright. Emotions of loss ran through her veins in one almighty pulse, making her twinge slightly. Shedding a gentle soft tear, it flowed down her cheek and then upon her jacket. Her lean hand was raised to touch the bloody hand print, she traced the downwards movement with a curious affection. Then without much as a quick shift backwards her other fist had smashed the window. It shattered in slow motion, falling to the floor in a thousand peices. She stepped inside.
Once within the grande old house, the dining room seemed to spin around her flooding her mind with certain jumbled memories and emotions. She swept quickly from the room, barging the door that led from it into a large hall with a stairway on the farside that spiralled round leading up to the first floor. She ran toward the stair, the sound of her boots upon the once shiny marble floor tiles. Her hand glided upon an oak banister and she jumped up the steps taking out two at a time, though dust gathered on her palms and she removed it a trace of deep crimson blood left behind from her knuckles.
The nearest room up stairs was to her right though she fled past it and several more untill she came a different hallway with a room at the end with double doors. She rattled them harshly before kicking the lock, it clicked and swung partly open. She stood parrallel to the frame, giving it a gentle touch with her finger tips, it glided gently open to reveal a master bedroom. The bed with its silk throw and pillows still lay there made and the corner was folded back ready and waiting. A dressing table lay in the far corner once glistening bottles of perfume and make up were laid out.
She stepped inside very slowly, the door left slightly ajar behind her. Royal carpet soft to walk upon, a large arched window was open leading to a balcony long curtains draped down and moved gently in the breeze. Her hand touched the magnificent bed, two tears dripped upon the silk making a tiny pattering sound. She climbed upon the bed tracing the silk with her hands, she layed down across the foot of the bed upon the sheets, covering her face. She lay and cried finally quietening to a civil most needed sleep curled upon that great bed.
She moved again, standing upright. Emotions of loss ran through her veins in one almighty pulse, making her twinge slightly. Shedding a gentle soft tear, it flowed down her cheek and then upon her jacket. Her lean hand was raised to touch the bloody hand print, she traced the downwards movement with a curious affection. Then without much as a quick shift backwards her other fist had smashed the window. It shattered in slow motion, falling to the floor in a thousand peices. She stepped inside.
Once within the grande old house, the dining room seemed to spin around her flooding her mind with certain jumbled memories and emotions. She swept quickly from the room, barging the door that led from it into a large hall with a stairway on the farside that spiralled round leading up to the first floor. She ran toward the stair, the sound of her boots upon the once shiny marble floor tiles. Her hand glided upon an oak banister and she jumped up the steps taking out two at a time, though dust gathered on her palms and she removed it a trace of deep crimson blood left behind from her knuckles.
The nearest room up stairs was to her right though she fled past it and several more untill she came a different hallway with a room at the end with double doors. She rattled them harshly before kicking the lock, it clicked and swung partly open. She stood parrallel to the frame, giving it a gentle touch with her finger tips, it glided gently open to reveal a master bedroom. The bed with its silk throw and pillows still lay there made and the corner was folded back ready and waiting. A dressing table lay in the far corner once glistening bottles of perfume and make up were laid out.
She stepped inside very slowly, the door left slightly ajar behind her. Royal carpet soft to walk upon, a large arched window was open leading to a balcony long curtains draped down and moved gently in the breeze. Her hand touched the magnificent bed, two tears dripped upon the silk making a tiny pattering sound. She climbed upon the bed tracing the silk with her hands, she layed down across the foot of the bed upon the sheets, covering her face. She lay and cried finally quietening to a civil most needed sleep curled upon that great bed.