The Death of a Siren

by TimeRarity64

Epilogus

Sometimes it is better to die alone then to die being known. Others would spare you the unneeded drama and the ones that matter would remain deaf from the event of a pitiful tale. Life's a slipping stone in this guilty world where others would shed crocodile tears to hide away their apathetic gazes upon the aberrant nature of the wretched and the sustained.

When she killed herself, the very girl who sought an escape out of the hell she had been through, the name of hers was slander. All from the fools at school that mourn a ghost, victim, and a piece of work they had fun using for their own gain. No one cared, but to pretend to care, everyone simply kept a mask and made her death a topic to talk about. I listened to their conversations. I listened to every word being said about her.

Some acted like they knew her more. Some envied her attention. Many others questioned her first start at school and lead to popularity. And this school full of punks and has-beens wasn't enough? This school was full of people who were pathetic and useless beyond any level of intelligence. They knew nothing of respect. Not even for the death. And the old folks wonders a lot why the young folks are busy destroying their names.

There had been a time, one of the moments I could never forget. A moment where the fools would coward before my gaze and the adults would gasp and become unsettled to even have anything to say. The event of some dumbass event of pulling through some girl's suicide. But saying suicide makes her sound weak. She wasn't weak...she was strong enough to escape this world on her own.

The podium was set up on the gymnasium's stage, chairs were set down for everyone to be at and the luminous lights of dimmed orange would illuminate this place. As people shared their final moments for a girl that meant nothing to this world, each speech gave me a headache. It annoyed me to see what punks could be and how one small death would attract attention like this, false attention mostly.

When it was my turn to go up, I could feel a glare coming from the principles. When they give that glare, it's something you can't get off your mind when a cold shiver runs down your back. They knew I barely made any contact with that with the girl, but not one clue I was there to watch her drop. When I was up, I looked at the entire crowd and their pathetic faces. However...something was off. For before I spoke out the fluke everyone had made with this girl, I noticed two girls never seen from this school standing at the exit looking at me.

One thing you need to take in mind here was that anyone new is obviously anyone familiar with another new person. Parent Teacher night did me good when I recognize all the students' parents, but these two...specifically were people I have never seen before. I rubbed my chin, before shutting my eyes and sighing lightly to myself. When I reopened them, I spoke my part. Except, it wasn't scripted like the rest of these lying trash.

I stated, cold and truthfully vibrant, "The girl you claim you knew very well, was worthless to be here." It earned a gasp from everyone all right, except those two, so I continued, "The girl who had no one with her. No friends, family, and people to trust made no remarkable mark in this pitiful school for any of you. She sung, big whoop. But none of you bothered to focus well on her voice, in the words she spoken in. None of you realized that what she most of the time sung was a message to leave her be. To return her to alienation, isolation, and into solitude. None of you understood truly why she killed herself because all of you were too focus on yourselves instead of her.

"Not one of you took a second to stop implying how you felt. No. This talk is about her. How she felt. How she had to put up with this shit. And what concluded to her decision in this fate. You here, all of you, you're the reason why she is gone. If you had the sense of pride in you, you would take credit for this and forget about her. She's no fad, she's no seeking attention, she's a living being. Like you and I. She's dead and so will you be when you too have go through the hell she's been through."

The moment my venomous words spoke, I could only see those girls in the back. Their smiles soft and clear, but their eyes gazing at mine as if I done them a great deal. When I brought my attention to the fakes and phonies in their seats, I scowled them with a disdainful glare. They were all just there force to look away from me out of sheer guilt.

I made my point now. There was no reason for me to be here anymore. So I walked off the stage, but before I did, I could only glance back at Principal Celestia and Luna, both looking at me. They weren't shock, angry, or disappointed; nor did they smile and was impress with me. Whatever they were thinking about matter little to me. For now...I needed air. I needed to get out of this pathetic place.

I came back to the cliff, where it all ended, swinging on the swing under the tree and just watching that sunset cast a dusk over the horizon. It was beautiful, something I could not hell but embrace the warm fading rays that bathed my skin in its lovely glory. It was a glowing light that I admire so much in the sky.

Things felt so...quiet.

When I stopped the swing, I looked back at noticed the two newcomers from the school at the end of the grassy hill standing next to a red sedan, looking at me. Quiet, calm, and settled. Our eyes did not break gazes from one another but that sort of feeling I had for Adagio was back. It felt so warm and soft.

It's like what Adagio felt...and for some reason...

I couldn't help but laugh.

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~fin~

Comments

[Csquared08]

What a weird ending for a weird story. Huh. Interesting.

[TimeRarity64]

5279713 Thank you, darling; though I still feel as if I can do more to this.