Gracie's Stairwell

*Some old stuff...*
A twisty stairwell began her decent into the depths. She's never been so low and far before as she was now. She could still here the laughter of the party above, but the voice in the darkness below called to her. It beckoned her on, pass some boundaries not crossed in years, some not ever. Grace never knew what called her to this time and this stairwell but she felt she must go on. The voice egged her on. Feeding her nonsense and ritual until she could think no longer. She was numb.
A sudden change occurred within' her. She remembered a time of peace and joy, serenity and comfort. Why would this time be brought to her now? Now, of all times, when she was most in the dark.. The one time of truth choose to captivate her and hold her hostage. She fought it.
She didn't want to be there. She didn't want to be happy. She desired to be void. And the voice in the darkness promised her this. Tired and devoid of hope she continued down the stairs. Yet part of her still contemplated that time of innocent peace. Why had she been so happy. There had been no real reason for her to be. But she was.
Her mind began to fight her body. Her Arms clammed with the effort of fighting and her knees shook with new found knowledge. She could rise again. She tried to turn to no avail. She was too far gone.
When Grace's hope was almost spent, she sent up a request. She had never been a true believer, though she had been known to be pious. She prayed for her memory to not die within these hallow halls, but for a new life to be born because of her sacrifice. To let her life be a reminder to all those, to keep close to their hearts the happy times and to not let the darkness take anything from those times.
She closed her eyes and waited for the touch of the voice. But it never came. She almost hoped it would, for though she wished on happy times she would rather die with this one memory then live with a fistful of any other. But it never did.
As she awoke, she knew that someone had given her a second chance. Her family and friends gathered to see Grace Harbor, patient number 145, emerge from her 2 yr coma, after a life-shattering car accident. She'd been given a second chance. And the Light one of her prayer would not be forgotten.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007