Rope Bind
By: RDV
The night after Ira killed herself, her best friend, Naomi, although clearly still under the bar, came into their living room to find Ira’s mother supine on the sofa bed. Tears that just a few hours ago drenched her face left traces, root-like wrinkles on her pale skin. She looked serene, like the devastation after a war. The morning was calm, lambent, sympathetic to her loss. Naomi sat herself down beside the mother, whose eyes were held upwards, fixed on nothing in particular. Incoherent mumbles could be read through the movements of her lips, most probably questions on why Ira hanged herself, without warning. Last night seemed normal; there wasn’t a danger signal to look out for. No one foresaw what her silence would mean, what it would amount to.
Naomi could see photo frames of her best friend. Her chronological life exhibited on top of the stereo set where dust was gathering. She wanted to tell Ira’s mom that it wasn’t her who had most to do with it. As she sat with her in complete silence, she found it simply impossible to face her head-on, and talk about her daughter who took her life just half a day ago. The once-sane mother, who just days before, looked perfectly sunny was now unmanageable, hardly sound. She needed to tell her, somehow, that she knew about what had troubled Ira, that she could find the roots of Ira’s pain in her love life, which predeceased her.
Yes it was Michelle. It was about Michelle all along. Ira had loved her, never for once gave her up. In return, Michelle found a guy and dumped Ira without thinking twice. She didn’t do it for pleasure, she simply chose. Ira suffered and contemplated suicide since. What love can do, either was apparently clueless. There was no harder combat than the fight to recover from a broken relationship; when Ira got Michelle’s final words, she didn’t expect anything more from her life but disaster. It was, the break-up, exactly the thing she had nightmares about; it was why, exactly, at the stroke of midnight last night, she tightened the rope around her neck.
Naomi thought about all this. It would be better not to tell Ira’s family about the cause of her suicide. She stood up, said goodbye to Ira’s mother and closed the door behind her. On the day of the funeral, with these thoughts thereafter stored in her memory, she vowed to make Michelle pay.
The night after Ira killed herself, her best friend, Naomi, although clearly still under the bar, came into their living room to find Ira’s mother supine on the sofa bed. Tears that just a few hours ago drenched her face left traces, root-like wrinkles on her pale skin. She looked serene, like the devastation after a war. The morning was calm, lambent, sympathetic to her loss. Naomi sat herself down beside the mother, whose eyes were held upwards, fixed on nothing in particular. Incoherent mumbles could be read through the movements of her lips, most probably questions on why Ira hanged herself, without warning. Last night seemed normal; there wasn’t a danger signal to look out for. No one foresaw what her silence would mean, what it would amount to.
Naomi could see photo frames of her best friend. Her chronological life exhibited on top of the stereo set where dust was gathering. She wanted to tell Ira’s mom that it wasn’t her who had most to do with it. As she sat with her in complete silence, she found it simply impossible to face her head-on, and talk about her daughter who took her life just half a day ago. The once-sane mother, who just days before, looked perfectly sunny was now unmanageable, hardly sound. She needed to tell her, somehow, that she knew about what had troubled Ira, that she could find the roots of Ira’s pain in her love life, which predeceased her.
Yes it was Michelle. It was about Michelle all along. Ira had loved her, never for once gave her up. In return, Michelle found a guy and dumped Ira without thinking twice. She didn’t do it for pleasure, she simply chose. Ira suffered and contemplated suicide since. What love can do, either was apparently clueless. There was no harder combat than the fight to recover from a broken relationship; when Ira got Michelle’s final words, she didn’t expect anything more from her life but disaster. It was, the break-up, exactly the thing she had nightmares about; it was why, exactly, at the stroke of midnight last night, she tightened the rope around her neck.
Naomi thought about all this. It would be better not to tell Ira’s family about the cause of her suicide. She stood up, said goodbye to Ira’s mother and closed the door behind her. On the day of the funeral, with these thoughts thereafter stored in her memory, she vowed to make Michelle pay.
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