An Accomplishment(Open)

[*Emilie McCarthy]

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning

Le Trou d'Enfer
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Emilie stood in front of the old theatre faffing around with the documents in her hand. She stood before her new acquisition, a theatre. Emilie was fed up of sitting around her flat when she couldn’t sleep during the day, she needed another place she could go to. It was a mere coincidence that Emilie had found the theatre, as usual she was taking her nightly walk down the broadway and took a left instead of a right and there it was. Emilie had used one of her human contacts to sort out the purchasing of the building and earlier that evening, they had dropped off the keys at Emilie’s flat. She had brushed her red locks and tied them back into a pony tail, she could tell it was going to be a long and rough night so she didn’t bother dressing up for once. She was actually outside her apartment in a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a black vest top and her white trainers. Emile smiled and fished around in her small handbag for the keys, walking slowly towards the building. Chuckling softly, she already had a name for the place; ‘Le Trou d'Enfer.’ Which was French for ‘The Hell Hole.’ Emilie smiled as she finally found the keys and placed the one she needed into the lock, smiling to herself as the lock clicked and the door opened. She carefully stepped into the enormous hallway, shutting the door behind her. Stepping carefully over the rubble, ’Should of brought a lighter with me.’ She chided herself mentally. Emilie had fallen in love with the building because of the old rustic feel of it, she felt like she belonged. This place would soon become her second home as she started wandering round she made mental notes about what had to be done, the building near enough needed to be renovated, new wall coverings, new floors, new doors. Everything needed to be replace but that was ok with Emilie, she had the time and the money to do it.

Emilie nodded to herself and made her way out of the theatre, she locked the door behind her making her way to an open shop, purchasing quite a few candles. Emilie was going to start work tonight. Her contact had contacted the gas company and the water company, reconnecting the theatre with the system, so all Emilie needed to do apparently, was turn a switch on each light fixture and use a lighter to light them and that was what she planned to do also her contact had hired her a few skips, one was placed at the front of the building, another to the side and finally one out the back. Contractors would need to be hired as Emilie knew she wouldn’t be able to do all the work on her own but she would leave that for her contact to sort out, for now Emilie wanted to do as much of the work as she could do herself. On her way back to the theatre, she was practically skipping, humming to herself she let herself back in and locked the door behind her this time, she knew there might be a chance of someone coming in as there was windows open and some doors. Slowly Emilie made her way around all of the lights on the first floor. Carefully turning the switch and lighting the gas with the candle on each light and there was light, slowly Emilie started work in the foyer, throwing the rubbish to one side, near the door. Lucky for her the ticket booth was still standing. The wallpaper was rotting and the floorboards were creaky but that wouldn’t take much to fix up. When Emilie felt she had cleared the foyer, she entered the ticket booth to find bits and bobs were scattered around, paper on the floor, broken glass on the desk, phone of the hook. That was something Emilie reminded herself she needed to do, well her human contact, and that was call the phone company.

Once she had chucked all the rubbish out of the ticket booth door she sat down on the old and dusty chair that had remained, there wasn’t that much work to do, not really. With lots of help Emilie could probably get the theatre up and running within a few months, a year maximum, nothing was impossible and Emilie had her heart on setting up the theatre and letting the public enjoy it again. Emilie leaned back for a moment and nearly fell; she giggled and leaned forward again. She look around the desk, pulling a piece of paper in front of her and a pencil, she started sketching out some rough ideas that she wanted for the main name plate out the front of the building. Soon enough the scrap of paper was filled with ideas, she pulled out her cell phone and called her contact. She smiled when her contact complained about being woken up, so Emilie told her contact to get a pen and paper and once he had done that, Emilie told him what she needed done and where he would find the requirements. Thanking him many times she hung up and got up, walking out of the ticket booth to the pile of rubbish, Emilie unlocked the door and slowly start throwing the rubbish into the skip.

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (In the pain) there's the healing
In your name (In your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you