The Ridiculous G

Now G was terrified. Terrified from the new alluring neighbor's deep, bloody cut. Terrified from the empty look in his meaningless eyes. It was just about the time for her to close her eyes and wait for 'him' to hold her hand, of course with a promise that everything is gonna be okay at the end. Did she believed the word 'end'? She wasn't in the position to give a damn. Besides she didn't care, that hand was the only thing she needed right now. D was drunk. The new alluring neighbor was bloody. Cat was a coward. And the monster- well he was just too ugly for the pretty. So? She just didn't close her eyes. Her eyes were wide open. She didn't like to cry. Before surrendering and facing it, she resisted the tears. For a moment or a couple of seconds she felt more Marilyn than Audrey. All this years she avoided from her pretty pink cover. 'Till now she depended on a dictionary to light her way. She was all alone and pretty in this pure darkness, as might be expected the monster had not been counted. This was 'the revenge of the lamp,' what a ridiculous conclusion she whispered to herself, still not aware of her situation. Light blue, almost white eyes were watching her with such a curiosity.

There were blood on the lips of horde of man, there were blood on the pavement caused by the new alluring neighbor and there were blood on her blue striped pull-over; yet a lamp was the only thing that seemed to interest her. What a ridiculous girl, I thought.