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The Darkness Holds Me Prisoner

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CHAPTER: 1-PREMONITION OR NIGHTMARE?
 
Empty eyes held my gaze, not just any normal eyes, but one emerald
green and one ocean blue. A tear glistened in the moonlight as it slid
down her cheek and mixed with the blood dripping out of her mouth, her
beautiful mouth with those oh so kissable lips, stained crimson from
the blood that was now forming a puddle underneath us. My heart
wretched as I buried my face in her ebony hair. I felt moisture begin
to form in my eyes and it gracefully slid down my cheek and off my
face until it met the carved stone below and with a light splash,
disappeared showing no sign it ever existed. A raindrop, only one,
lightly pecks my cheek and slides down to the engraved earth. I tilt 
my head to look at the blood red moon, giving the endless dark sky a 
tint of red, it's mocking me, reflecting the blood I have spilled, 
torturing me until I can no longer withstand it, so I once again turn 
my gaze to the girls face. She appears
about the same age as me, 16 or 17, not yet an adult but no longer a
child, at the midway point forever, she was so young, why did she have
to die? Why not me? "WHY" I scream at the vast nothingness, breaking
the fragile silence. One last time I turn my attention to the lady in
my arms, but I can't seem to focus on her! The darkness begins to
swirl around me as I gain consciousness. My eyes flutter open; I
shudder as I greedily gulp down the endless supply of air. I observe
my surroundings as I regain my wits, there around me are the same four
walls I have had since childhood. "It was just a dream" I whisper
trying and not succeeding in erasing the image of the girl and the vast
valley, it was as vivid as it was when seeing it the first time. I
risk a quick glance down my body, checking for injuries and I noticed
my knuckles have gone white from gripping the sheets with such a
ferocity. Kicking off my big blanket I lept onto the frozen hard wood 
floor, the cold sent a shiver through my body until It reached my core 
and left me helpless and guilt stricken like the sight of that 
gorgeous maiden, she was so endowing even though she had lay in my 
arms lifeless. I inhaled a breath before I moved in the direction of
the bathroom. When I reach the door I gently push it open without a 
sound, as I enter I glance at my docking station 5:45 am it read, a 
little earlier than usual but it does give me more time to get ready 
for my last day at Ramsay High School. I start the water in the
shower, slipping out of my boxers I step into the warm encounter with
the hot liquid now encasing my body. I take another shaky breath as I
allow the heat to overcome the numbness my body is experiencing. I
proceed to wash my body and then my hair as the waters magical embrace
warms me. I turn the tap a little to the warmer side and the
temperature rapidly increases. Lazily stepping out of the shower I 
wrap my waist in a towel before once again peering at the clock, 6:37 
am I read, as I step into my room I turn to my variety filled walk in 
closet that is now exceeding the space available, with lots of styles. 
Slowly walking alongside the rows of shirts and jeans I carefully 
observe every article of clothing until I decide on a black pair of 
skinny jeans with a yellow Aeropostale t-shirt. I choose to wear my 
red converse and as soon as they are tied I bound towards my full body 
mirror. An attractive boy stares back at me and for the first time in 
a while I decide to take in my appearance. My midnight black hair
isn't super long but it still falls into my electric blue eyes that
stare out of my tanned face. Dark pink lips seem to make the rest of 
my facial features more handsome, I know I sound cocky but I've been 
called hot by so many people I have just accepted it and I am proud of 
my looks. After fixing my hair and grabbing my book bag I head
downstairs in the direction of the kitchen where I knew my mother 
would be awaiting my arrival. "Morning mom"

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