Lonely Lightbulb

The remaining lightbulb flickered. Casting an oily looking smear of light on the ground as she tottered down the deserted sidewalk. Her heels made loud clacking noises with every unsteady step she took.

The world was spinning.

A gust of frigid air blew down the street, chilling her alcohol warmed body.

The initial high had already worn off and now she just felt pathetic. Dizzy and pathetic. Then again, that's all she felt nowadays. A bitter laugh escaped from her lipsticked lips and rang eerily in the air. One hand clutching the half finished bottle of liquor, the other gripping the front of her thin coat in an attempt to fend off the wind, she knew she was a pathetic sight.

A cry escaped her lips as her heel lodged itself into the crack in the sidewalk causing her to trip and fall to the ground in an embarrassing heap. Not that there was anyone to witness her fall from grace. It was 3 O'clock in the morning and any sane person would be at home sleeping.

But not Aquila Vera.

Gingerly prodding her ankle, she groaned and yanked off the heels.
"Bloody feet killers." She spat and threw them to the side.

She was certainly a very miserable sight.

Crouched at the side of the road with her belongings lying forlornly on the ground around her.

The lone streetlamp flickered once again and looking down she laughed at the ridiculously shaped shadow of herself on the ground. Soon, everything else seemed to be very funny. She laughed at the stupid crack in the sidewalk. She laughed at her heels as the lay on the sidewalk, as if, as if they had committed suicide from the top of some building. She laughed at the wind, howling and ripping through the street. How useless. She laughed at the time. 3 O'clock. Didn't that sound so odd. 3 O'clock. 3 3 3. She laughed so hard her body shook and she wrapped her arms around herself, containing the shaking. She laughed so hard that slowly then more rapidly, hot tears cascaded down her frozen cheeks. Her laughter slowly transformed into tears which streaked down her face as if in a hurry to go somewhere.

Anywhere.

Anywhere but here.

Sobs still shaking her body, she threw herself back and lay on the cold ground with the rest of her items.

Soon enough her tears subsided and she felt truly empty.

Empty.

That's all she ever was.

Her hand found the half-finished bottle of Baileys and lifting herself ever so slightly from the ground, she held the bottle to her lips, threw her head back, and let the warm liquid burn it's way to her stomach.

Once done, she suddenly felt the urge to hurl the bottle as far as she could.

Swinging her arm back, she aimed for a dark corner in the opposite street and flung the dark brown bottle into the darkness. The resulting tinkling crash and the yowl of some unsuspecting feline suddenly rekindled the urge to laugh.

And so she did.

She didn't know when laughter turned into sobs. Or when the sobs turned into a still, frozen silence.

She didn't know anything anymore.

She lay on the ground, splayed out, with her cherry red locks tangled, staining her face with their redness, her skin paler than ever. Glowing in the light of the lonely lamp.

Sleep began to tug and pull at her, like the lulling movement of waves at the shore. Slowly cajoling her to somewhere else.

She gladly followed.

The streetlight emitting a flickering yellow light on the still body of the renowned model, Aquila Vera.