Deadly tears - Mel Afoa

She slowly walks across the school grounds, a small, torn letter in the palm of her left hand.

A short message was written upon it, its font small, yet eloquent.

Sandrea, I love you.

The wind is blowing fiercely, her golden-brown locks dancing against the wind's breath. The bright sunlight is shining throughout the school, the smell of the fresh new lavender plants in the evergreen garden united with the lucious smell of the pasta in the canteen.

She looks down as she walks. Tears fall from her cool-blue eyes and disappear into her green, stripped skirt. She unconsciously wipes her tears away using her white-collar shirt, and mutters a few curses when she sees mascara smudges on her shirt. She is still walking slowly, walking towards the middle of the school oval. Students play their silly games and talk within their groups as she silently walks past them, the smell of happiness and contentment surrounding them.

I love you.

She has finally reached the middle of the oval. She looks behind her to see if anyone notices her. No one.The deadly tears are falling, hitting the cement hard and powerful. She falls onto the ground, blood pouring through the slow immediate cuts on her knees. Crying out in pain silently, she begins to clutch her body, the pain inside her gradually overcoming her senses. It starts to slither into her veins, attacking her heart like a mortar in a trench. She's alone, in the middle of the school grounds, and no one can hear her scream.

Sandrea, Sandrea, i love you, he says.
He holds her, his muscular arms wrapping around her small frame. It is twilight, and the stars are starting to light the dark night sky. He is holding her underneath an apple tree, with small ferns and purple violets surrounding them. She smiles as she looks into his murky-brown eyes. Its full of love, bliss, delight. She slowly closes her eyes and snuggles herself more into his hold.
"Life's beautiful", he slowly mumbles after a while.
" Hmm", is her reply.

After a while, they both stand up. He helps her up, then preceeds to wrap a tight arm around her waist. She in turn wraps an arm around his chest. She can feel his tough six pack beneath his summer singlet. She smiles seductively and wraps her other arm around his neck. He whispers her name into her ear and then kisses it. He slowly kisses her ear, then chin...she giggles as he starts to work his way up towards her temple, and then finally reaches her lips. They kiss in blissfulness, as the moon begins to appear, and the birds chirp in the green, picturesque nature.

She recieves a phonecall at night.
Three in the morning, and she is woken up to the sound of a beeping phone. She forces her eyes open, and mutters a few strange words before getting up and answering. Half-awake, she mumbles a small "Hello?". A sombre voice on the other end wakes her up from her trance. There is a woman crying on the other end of the phone. She is not only crying, but screaming words of depression. She cannot hold her tears back as she cries uncontrollably into the phone.

She is wide awake now. She is sitting up, eyes concentrating on picturing who is on the other side of the phone. She tries to ask the screaming lady who is she is. The lady is still screaming and crying. She tries again. No words, just tears.
Suddenly, the woman is gone, and replaced by a rough voice : a man. He asks who is on the phone. She can only say "Sandrea" in reply. There is a slight pause at the end of the phone. And then he states his name.
"I am Officer Mark Dinoz from Blakertown Police Station".
She wonders why he is on the phone. She wonders who the lady was. It sounded familar, yet far. The wind is howling outside, the rain falling slowly and leaving prints on her glass window. There is a small spider working a web in the corner of her bedroom. She decides to ask him why he is there. He ignores her, and his voice is lost as if he is talking to someone in the background. The woman is still heard, screaming and crying hysterically. He mutters words she cannot hear. "I see", she hears him say, and the officer is on the phone once more.
" Sandrea, your...boyfriend Antonio...has passed away from gunshot wounds. He was a by-stander in a drive by shooting. His mother wanted to contact you", he says, voice grave and sombre. The woman screams louder than ever, and the phone goes dead.

She picks up his diary, and looks through the different memories they shared. Her pain shall never disappear, never wash away,the pain to be taken to the grave with her. She looks at the blank photographs in the diary, the expressions of the people happy and joyful. There is writing throughout the pages, different shapes, different colours. She sees a small piece of paper seperated from the rest of the pages. On it, is a small message, its line delicate and eloquent.

Sandrea, I love you.

(picture above is not mine)