I laid under the swings for at least an hour. Numb. I tried to count the stars, or figure out their patterns, put the constellations together they were meant to be. But everything looked upside down to me. Not to mention... dead.
Because as I was laying there, I suddenly remembered something I had heard or read, or something. About stars. How some of the stars we see in the sky right now died years ago, they're dead, it's just takes so long for their light to reach us, it takes just as long for it to stop reaching us. So in the however many lightyears it takes for their light to reach us, they could have died, and not even be there anymore.
It struck me. Hard. Not being able to know which where the stars, and which were just the ghosts of stars.
Maybe one day we'd look up, and the sky would be completely black, because everything we're looking at right now is dead, all the stars are already dead, and then just one day the lightyears would finally run out, and we'd realize it.
And if the sun is just a big star, and not a planet, then maybe it's dead too, it's just giving off thousand's of years old light and heat off, and one day, we'll wake up, and it will be dead. Then the moon would be dead by the principle of cause and effect.
We could wake up one morning to a dead sky. Just like dead mothers, dead sisters, and dead girls named Andi who were too young to die. We were all too young to die. Wasn't it the sky's turn?
Sighing, I reached up and grabbed the seat of the swing, setting it in motion yet again and watching it go back and forth, right over my face, concentrating on it, rather than the shadows that the possibly-dead moon cast.
Suddenly, some girl came screaming, like the time my neighbors cat had rabies and bit an Avon saleslady. I think it could be chalked up something like "banshee". I sat up immediately, then scrambled to my feet, looking around for anyone else in case this got... insane.
Banshee-girl saw me, and came flying toward me, one head grabbing for me, the other gripping a bleeding wound in her neck. She gripped my shoulder, and shook me, bleeding and screaming something about "vampires", and a dead boyfriend, or something.
I knew it.
Pulling myself from her grip, and sort of twisting out of her grasp, I assured her I'd go "check it out". I would see if her boyfriend was really dead, and I would find help. Oh, and right after that, I'll have a kryptonite martini downtown at the Supheroes bar after relaying my tale of fearlessness. God. And I thought the people back at the hotel were freaks.
Nonetheless, I walked toward the dark little alley space she'd came bat out of Hell style from, and began walking, slowly, down it. I tried a few doors, trying to get to a phone so I could call the nearest hospital to come pick up my damsel who was beyond in distress, but everything was all locked up for the night. Fabulous.
It wasn't too long after that, I stumbled over the boyfriend's body. I tripped, my hands reaching out to break my fall as they hit the pavement, embedding gravel and other street rocks in my palms as I lay strewn across his limp body, his head contorted in an impossible way.
He was dead. We could be sure about that. And I was getting the Hell out of here. Just as soon as I got off of the corpse. Which I did immediately.
Running down the alley, turning and pulling on doorknobs and banging on doors, and windows, and kicking at walls as everything was locked, and the street was still just as empty. I needed to call the cops. I needed help. There was a bleeding girl in the park, a dead guy just a few buildings back, and I was a split hair from ending up in the psych. ward along with the damsel who was raving about vampires.
Finally! A dark, creepy, abandoned building with an opening that says, 'Walk right in and die tonight, Izzie!' I looked up at the possibly-dead sky, and rolled my eyes at it, but headed in the door, slowly, cautiously.
"Hello?" I called. 'Mr. Psychopath? Anyone? Buehler?'
I walked further in.
"If anyone's here, there's a dead guy out there, and um, a hurt girl in the park." I called. "She's bleeding," I added. "So if I could just use your pho-" I stopped, squinting in the bare light this place afforded, at something, no, someone in the corner.
Carefully walking toward them, thinking they may be another victim, I tilted my head as I got close, but not too close.
"Are- Are you alright?" I asked, noticing it was a girl, as I studied her dark hair, her pale skin. "You don't seem to be moving..." I noted. "And, and I looked at your chest, not that I was checking you out or anything, but- but it's not rising, or falling. Which means you're not breathing. And, um, I already did CPR tonight, okay, I broke some poor, like, sixteen year old girl's ribs, and the sound was sickening, and you're all... doll-like." I said, cursing God for the third dead body of the night, and the fifth one of my life.
"I don't want to break you..." I whispered.
I looked up at the ceiling.
The sky was already dead in here.
((Open to Faith))