Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Entropy
By Kage-Ryu
That mightn't be her name, I have no apology for not remembering. Maybe she didn't even tell me. I don't remember what she was wearing either. I do remember her eyes - as clichéd as that is - I remember them as being dark brown eyes, the darks overcoming the whites, desperate eyes.
She hadn't really said much to me that evening. She hadn't said much to anyone. I guess that's why I believed her from the moment she started talking - her quietness, a kind of sadness.
"I'm scared."
Heavy pause.
"I went to the police, but they reckon they can't do anything... Not without more evidence. It's me boyfriend. He wants to kill me uncle, and he already got his little finger broken by him..."
Sarah's boyfriend - a sixteen year old bundle of hormonal activity encased in a body with more strength than it knew what to do with.
"See, me uncle raped me a couple a' months ago."
She said it offhand. I guess it was just very inconvenient. The others didn't react.
"I got pregnant. Miscarried."
I still wonder about that pregnancy, that thing in the resistant mother's womb. I think about when it happened... Perhaps on her way to school? While she was outdoors? Bleeding into the earth of Sale. Dirt-caked fetus, staining the ground black and disappearing.
"And now he wants to kill him."
Pause. The tap gurgled.
"I'm scared."
And so then she hugged me. I felt obliged suddenly to be overcome by an emotion, to allow the rift of class, of the old to the new, slip away. It didn't.
It was just awkward.
Eventually I too faded out. I never found out what happened to Sarah. Maybe something, but probably nothing. I wonder if she escaped... I like to think so.
I do know now though, on returning home, Sarah's story has something to do with what I find there now.
The town is gone. Faded into the earth, along with Sarah's baby, with my fence on the edge of the world and the silent school... Not a shell of a town, not anything. A wave of nothing somberly, sweetly crept over the Sale and it, too faded away. Pure nothing, a beautiful void.
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