Enjoy The Silence
Solitaire sits on her bed, leaning back against the wall, head pointed toward the ceiling. Her eyes are closed, earphones in place, breathing slowly and quietly. She whispered along with the words as she sat, lost in her thoughts. Must've been shook up more than I thought, this isn't like me. She smiled ruefully. She hadn't had time to herself all week, and they shipped out tomorrow morning.
Words like violence, break the silence.
Come crashing in, into my little world.
Painful to me, pierce right through me,
Cant you understand, oh my little girl.
She was dressed in a plain white tank top and a baggy pair of comfortable sweats, hardly the most flattering ensemble, but she still managed to make it look as good as ever. Her boots lay on the floor nearby, next to the ruins of the nightstand, a pair of jeans waved limply from the laundry hamper. Her jacket, perhaps the only thing she really took care of, hung, freshly polished, from the single hanger in the small closet.
All I ever wanted, All I ever needed
Is here in my arms, Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Her deck of cards lay scattered next to her on the bed, and next to them her battered CD walkman. A cord ran from the CD player to headphones fit snugly around her ears. They were a quality pair, BOSE, and big enough to block out the world, she'd hoped, but even as they drove away the quiet outside, they could not dispel the quiet inside. Solitaire turned up the volume.
Vows are spoken, to be broken.
Feelings are intense, words are trivial,
Pleasures remain, so does the pain,
Words are meaningless, and forgettable.
It was quiet, Solitaire did not like the quiet. Her mind drifted dark places in the quiet. Drifted to two high school girls, with matching jackets, mischievous smiles and fake I.D.s. Two girls, close as sisters. One left, only one left. She drew her knees up to her chest, crossed her arms around them and tilted her head down. She curled away from the memories. She was strong enough to throw a tank a mile, but she wasn't strong enough to face them.
All I ever wanted, All I ever needed
Is here in my arms, Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
She wore the jacket everyday, it was all she had left of Alexia, her first friend, her best friend. Solitaire had mended what was left of the jacket using her own, disguising the patches with the zippers, it had turned out well. No, she thought, that's not true, I have... that... too. Solitaire got up, crossing the room to the duffel bag in the corner. She set aside the few changes of clothes she hadn't unpacked yet, a sketchpad, some paint, before coming to the bottom of the bag. A violin case sat there, heavily damaged, cracked and burned and scarred. She had never opened it, not in 6 years. Solitaire opened it now. The instrument inside was miraculously unharmed, by the fire at least, it was scuffed and scratched and dented, but that was just how she'd remembered it. Her other memento. She raised it to her chin, put the bow to the strings, but she could not move. Solitaire then lowered it back down and hugged it to her chest.
"I'll fix it Alex, everything we wanted to fix. Do everything we wanted to do. I'll accomplish our dreams. Your dreams. All of it."
Jessica cried that night, for the first time in 6 years.
Enjoy the Silence