The door swung open easily at the touch of her hand. Chill wind caresses her face and brings life to her hair. Around her, shadows stand out everywhere. But she ignores them, they are only stationary objects, appearing darker than the night. Down below, horns and traffic pollute the streets, but up here, they sound magically muffled. It is almost quiet. Peaceful. But all this does not register in Brenda’s mind. Darkness seems thicker around this girl. Her hospital gown blows around in the freezing wind, yet, all feeling seems to have left her. She stares into the hills, now just dark blotches against the starry night.
It’s impossible to gauge her expression, for her porcelain face was blank, shoulders slack. It was a pose she readily stuck to, day after day.
To be continued
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