The little girl held up her sign high in the sky, and she shouted for everyone to hear; but things began to turn sour. The sky darkened and everything was gone with the wind, except the little girl. Everything had vanished into dust and ash, including her father and her mother. All that remained were looming figures around the little girl, all dressed in black. They looked at her with sinister dark eyes.
The little girl was cracked, broken. Black tears began to drip from her eyes, her sad eyes. The men in black left the little girl broken, but not afraid. She might have been broken but she was not afraid. Her sad eyes began to flicker with fire, a roaring fire, an angry fire. The men in black were gone, and all that was left was darkness, and loneliness.
The little girl looked around at her darkness, and she noticed something: a body. She look at the body to see it was something terrible: her love, on the ground, pale as a ghost, in a pool of scarlet red. She began to weep and she ran towards her love, crying out her name, but shadows and shades grabbed at her, pulling her away from her love. She persisted and she fought her way through, but it was too late. She was again in darkness. Alone and now afraid.
"Vada!" cried Loki; she bolted up in the bed. Her breathing was heavy and she was drenched in cold sweat. Her body was shaking with fear. It was the middle of the night, and the ginger had just woken from a nightmare. Her heart was rapidly drumming in her chest.
She looked over beside her: she saw that Vada was still fast asleep, safe and sound, wrapped in covers and hopefully a good dream, better than Loki's. Loki was so relieved that Vada was okay, that she was peacefully sleeping beside her.
"Thank god," she sighed in relief; still gazing at Vada with worried eyes. "I love you so much," she told the sleeping beauty, then she placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. Vada stirred in the bed; she looked so peaceful in her sleep.
Loki got up from the bed as she gazed into the darkness of her apartment. She was alone. Her heart seemed restless and her mind was unsettled -- she needed to stay up, to try to forget what had just gone through her mind. She began to step into the darkness, making her way through the apartment blindly.
The cold pale light from the streetlamp outside on the cold sidewalk was little help to the ginger: the black curtains were drawn up. She heard sirens wailing off in the distant. Loki made her way down through the murky apartment, into the small pale bathroom. She closed the door and she flipped on the soft golden light.
She looked into the mirror to see her reflection. A little girl without parents, that's what she saw, that's what she felt like. She leaned on the sink and she sighed, bowing her head down as if she was defeated.
She looked back up into the mirror. She saw something else in the reflection. She saw a man in a black suit, and black shades, and black hair. He kept an emotionless face; he just gazed at Loki with eyes she could not see.
Anger began to boil in her blood; she crossed her eyes. She began to see more and more men in black, each one identically the same. It made her boil with rage.
"Fuck off!" She swung her fist towards the men in black; but it only struck the mirror, causing it to shatter and break, causing her fist to get cut and to trickle with red -- the colour of rage and the colour of bloodshed.
Loki did not see anymore men in black hiding in her shattered mirror, she only saw herself and her broken fist.
"They're not there," she mumbled to herself, and she began to remember a poem she had written years back, a poem she called Broken:
"Slut, Fat, Whore!" they chanted.
I just ignored them, pretending they're not there.
"Fuck-Girl, Tramp, Bitch!"
I sighed, "They're not there," I muttered to myself.
"Come on, you little whore!" they giggled.
I clenched my fist. "They're not there," I continue to tell myself.
"Little fat bitch, we're talking to you!"
I started to growl, "They're not there."
"Little fat bitch, little fat bitch!" they chanted.
I finally snapped, I swung my fist, hitting them.
I hear glass breaking, my fist started to bleed.
I collapsed to my knees and I cried in my hands.
I was alone in the room, alone with bits of broken mirror by my feet.
"They're not there."
It was like the poem was coming to life, like her words were turned against herself. It was strange. She had tears in her eyes, she was fighting back the urge to cry. She did not want to look weak, she had cried enough that day. She needed to stay strong. She closed her eyes and she tried to think about something else: love, she was just thinking about love. She rolled the “L-word” in her mouth, seeing how it sounded funny, like all words. She curled it with her tongue and she blew it through her teeth.
She thought about it long and hard. She thought about kissing, hugging, holding hands, whispering in each other's ears, saying it to one another. Then she began to think about her love -- her Vada. She thought about every moment she had spent with her: seeing movies together; walking together on a beach, underneath the full moonlight; just kissing each other. She embraced the moments, trying not to think about her horrible nightmare. She even heard the voice of her beloved Vada calling to her. Then she felt her warm hand touch the side of her cold slender face; she opened her eyes.
She saw the brunette in front of her, wrapped in sheets, with worried eyes. Her hand was upon the ginger's face.
"I heard the mirror break, and I heard you scream fuck off,” she whispered; she held her tight to her soft and warm body. She slowly caressed the broken girl's back in comfort. "Did you have another nightmare?"
Loki held her beloved tight in her slender arms; the pale tears dripped from her eyes. She slowly nodded in response to her love's question. "I… it… it…" she just held her love in her arms tightly. She was afraid of letting, like she would turn into just a memory if stopped holding her, even for a second. Vada was the only thing that made Loki feel safe and secure, she was like an anchor to her ship in the stormy sea. If Loki had lost Vada, then she would plunge into madness, and probably something far worse.
The two held each other underneath the soft light of the bathroom. Loki's fist still bled with scarlet, and it stung with an ungrateful pain; but it nothing in comparison to the pain Loki would endure if Vada had been taken away from her, either by the hand of fate, or the men in black. It would shatter her world into oblivion.
"I love you," whispered Loki into Vada's ear; she kissed the side of her neck passionately.
"I love you too," whispered Vada; she kissed her love back on the side of her neck. She held her love tight to her body. "Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Yes, please" said Loki softly. "But, I need to hold you, my love. I need to hold you before I go back to bed."
They proceeded out from the pale bathroom, flicking off the light before they left, and they crept over back to their bedroom. There they laid down together on the queen-sized bed, holding each other in their arms, cuddling like bears. Loki felt a warmth spread through her heart, and she felt comfort and safety, like nothing could harm them. She breathed slowly and gently. Slowly her eyes began to close and she passed out into a deep slumber.
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