Jane Doe's Lost Requiem

[Dominique]

The dance of all that Dominique never imagined began to call her to move. Her lifeless hands rose first and immediately pounded to the surface beneath her wakening. There in some forgotten dark corner the young female wore the halo of her silk obsidian veil across the unwashed concrete. Nothing made this beautiful. No final epiphany for the one who kneeled and prayed for forgiveness all of her short twenty-two years of life. All those feverent words spoken to a God who ultimately would forsake her to the hands of monster and a cold merciless bed of painful defeat. Jane Dominique Doe was truly dead and this time she could not deny the reality that greeted her. Hell didn’t want her and Heaven refused her long ago. The writing was on the wall as her wide dark eyes were freed of the flickering lids that trapped them. In the bloody message she was given her confirmation. The battle that was won was not her victory.

Of all sensations to set its disturbing hooks into her first it was the inferno building in her belly. The rolling of foreign blood to her sentenced gut screamed at her calling her into the world of darkness and welcomed her. She was raw and miserable. There was nothing that lessened the severity of the frigid burn coursing its way through her. Beneath her frozen skin she felt the loss of the life that never truly started. Mind numbing cold increased with each shivering movement that her body made to roll over. Her hair was stuck to the ground and refusing her to move further. With a shaking hand she curled her grey fingers around the strands that tethered her head to the unfinished surface and tugged. She hardly noticed the strands that were left behind as she pulled herself up to sit.

The ******** had brought her there. He denied her peace. The sentence served by the judge was eternal unrest. The awareness filled her throbbing head. He took so much from her and replaced it with more unbelievable hell. Everything hit Dominique like salt in a fresh wound. Her senses were sharp as razor blades cutting through all that came at her for recognition. Everything was intense and demanding her focus. She itched, she burned and she felt frozen and numb all at once.

Blood. It’s presence was overwhelming and alarming in its assault on her senses. She could smell so much of it in the air. Some of it was caked to her face along with whatever unfortunately she ate before her unexpected demise. The last supper of mint TUMS and the vending machine chili dog from the police station matted her hair to the soiled cement flooring of the abandoned warehouse where she just peeled her pathetic dying body from.

The properties of it haunted her. Each had its own discerning bouquet sending its minuscule particles to litter the air around her. She was affected with the heightened vision then the blurred effects when she blinked. The depths it connected to revealed a whole new perspective on anything in her field of vision. She never saw things in such a way. Her hearing was acute picking up what it normally wouldn’t. So many sounds reverberating and exploding through her head. None of it should be happening but it was undeniable. The voices she needed to hear were silent. She finally arrived to the place they would never know.

It took more energy than the woman was prepared for to lift herself up. Each attempt left her fumbling on her shaking hands to rise to her knees. Slowly she stood and felt as if her legs which never failed her would finally give way and drop her at any moment. She needed to get back to her apartment because she was fading. Slowly with her panicking muscles she stumbled her way out of the building. The night air blasted her in the face. It’s bite was no longer a threat to her flesh that received it but she certainly felt the cold truth of what was absent within. HOPE shook over her wrist then went quickly to the side of her bare neck. LESS discovered the same when she repeated the search. Nothing could stop the continuous sinking feeling that went with the awareness her heart had finally been broken.

The piercing stares of eyes followed Dominique as she made her way through the transits gripping randomly to whatever wall would hold her up in a brief respite. It was the longest walk she had ever taken and was relieved when she successfully opened her door and closed it locking herself behind it. Her hands moved faster than her mind as she set the traps and secured her living space. Sick and hungry she bounced between the walls slowly down the hall. A dirty hand reached into her bedside table and pulled out her cell phone she wisely kept home when setting out on her initial mission that came back to kick her in the ***. A few steps more and she was in her bathroom with the phone in hand sending out two texts that used the last of the strength she had left. Once sent she dropped to the floor giving her legs the mercy the rest of her body never received.