Weeping in the dark

By @Abby_Baker

Weeping in the dark

By @Abby_Baker

This is about an old woman who lost her family to the Holocaust years ago and her travels through the perils of grief as the anniversary of their parting and her sisters birthday roll in.

Chapter 1

  

Noriko wept as she looked over the countless pictures and letters that she sent. She turned the page and fell to the ground. She felt the rough grey carpet against her soft, rosy, wrinkly cheek. Minutes later she was composed enough to pick herself up. She walked to the kitchen and looked at the dingy, hard, cherry table in the corner of the room. She stopped and remembered when her whole family was around that table, papa would joke around with her and her sister, then mamma would come with the warm steaming food and place it on the table. Brother would always be the first to grab food, Mamma would scold him every time. She and her sister would always laugh, as her father tried to stop them but he quietly laughed along with them. Noriko was overcome with melancholy. She slowly saw people disintegrate from the table. Papa, then mamma, brother, then finally sister. She was all alone sitting in a sea of people. Alone she sat no one to go to and nowhere to go. She was 30 miles from her home. She snapped out of her trance of remembrance. Walking out of the kitchen, she couldn’t deal with any more pain. Noriko walked up the stairs to her room. Her bed felt so far and yet so close she fell into the bed as it embraced her with thick, soft blankets. Noriko fell into a forest of nightmares. Flashbacks and memories came back to her, she started to toss and turn in her sleep. A few hours later she sat up as straight as an arrow. She slumped over her bed. Her eyes went to the portrait above her nightstand. It was a picture of her sister, it was in black and white but Noriko could see her auburn hair and deep blue eyes, her father told her sister that her eyes reminded him of his mother’s jewels. Noriko started to weep silently as she got up and trudged back downstairs.She fell into a chair in the living room and picked up the old scrapbook. It was a pastel yellow with white lace around the edges. There was white fabric lettering in the middle of the lace. The Svoboda family. Noriko remembered all the pain and suffering her family went through when they were all taken from their home and sent to that place. That dreadful, awful place. Then when they got there they stood as a group. Slowly one by one they were pulled in different directions until there was only Noriko. She went back upstairs for an hour or two after looking through the book. The next morning she walked downstairs. She sat at the lonely table. Days went by and Noriko kept the same routine. She would get up, eat breakfast, slump in her chair, eat lunch, weep, eat dinner, go to bed, repeat. As this went on, Noriko fell deeper and deeper into a depressive state. Days became weeks and weeks became months. Months had gone by and by this time it had become worse. By this time it was sister’s birthday. Noriko looked down, the big tears in her eyes blended the pink, purple, and oranges of the small cake beneath her. Her tears fell down and splashed the dry carrot cake below. Noriko sat weeping quietly and screaming loudly. She was suddenly overcome with rage. She threw the plate against the wall and then collapsed to the ground. Her head fell into her hands. She sobbed for hours, alone and in the darkness of her depression. Still sobbing, Noriko walked upstairs. She fell into her bed. She thought of all the pain. She was done, she could finally say goodbye. Goodbye to all of the sorrow, all of the pain, never to be alone again. Noriko wept thinking of all of the pain all the loneliness. The memory of the pain ran through her mind, her family being torn apart, her being left all alone. She started to sob again. She wanted to let go of her pain. She looked at the portrait of her sister above her nightstand, Noriko whispered goodbye, kissed her hand and placed it on her sister’s cheek. She laid back down as she silently wept. She just lay there for a moment. Then everything went dark.

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