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[zentanglerr]

The Weight

Part I

The house is still. The only thing that seems alive is the clock, constantly ticking. She sighs, grabs her bag and walks out the door. She doesn’t bother locking it. As she walks she put in her headphones. Her pace becomes steady and a smile forms on her lips. She sits down in the sun and closes her eyes. Her headphones are still in her ears; the same song has been on repeat since the morning. Her hands run through the grass and she feels as if a weight is pushing her to lay down. There is no one in the park except her. She lays down but still feels the weight, she can’t be pushed down any further.

Part II

The white, and red, and yellow city lights glow bright against the dark summer sky. Her hand is outside the window of the car, making waves in the air. Everyone is laughing and singing around her but she can’t hear anything, her ears are ringing. She leans her head against the cold window, and breathes. She feels her chest going up and down with each breath. Her eyes start to feel heavy, she tries to focus on something but the car is moving too fast, her body is too slow. She looks at the clock inside the car, 12:34 AM. There is no ticking. The weight is always with her, pushing her down. She closes her eyes.

Part III

The club is full of people. How can something so full feel so empty? She wipes her eyes and sees the remainder of her makeup on her hands. She begins to wash her face in the dimly lit bathroom. She can hear the bass of the music outside as if it were her own heartbeat. She takes off her shoes, opens the door and hears the music get so loud that it consumes her. It’s just her and the music and the weight. She drowns in the music, the weight pulling her down.

- R.S.