I realized that I had never felt fear properly before.
My heart thumped like the beating of a drum.
The anticipation was an oxymoron.
It was horrible to know they were coming,
but energy flowed through me.
The anticipation was an oxymoron.
My heart felt like the beating of a drum.
I had never felt fear before.
*
Terror and rage battled in my ribcage as two small creatures of darkness.
Twisting and writhing,
terror caused my stomach to drop.
Wanting more and more,
rage blurred my vision.
I couldn’t think clearly.
Together they clawed up my throat,
causing a panicked shriek.
I couldn’t think clearly.
Wanting my soul,
rage stole my brain.
Twisting and writhing,
terror caused my lips to tremble.
Terror and rage were brothers.
*
Terrible.
This was terrible.
They were terrible.
My head hurt.
They were coming towards me.
I couldn’t think.
Who were they to tell me what to do?
I wanted to scream.
I did scream.
I had wanted to scream.
Who were they to tell me what to do?
I couldn’t think.
They were coming towards me.
My head hurt.
They were terrible.
This was terrible.
Terrible.
*
Who am I?
I had thought.
Maybe I should die.
Then again,
who are they?
Maybe they should die.
Who are they to tell me what to do?
They should go die.
Then again,
maybe I should die.
Who am I?
*
Terror inched up my neck and whispered in my ear.
Run.
Run away and never go back.
Run away and don’t say a word.
Terror had opened my eyes and made me fear.
I couldn’t say a word.
I was never gonna go home.
Terror inched up my neck like a dreadful rash.
*
Frozen in time
My heart skipped a beat
It was so surreal
It was so surreal
My heart had no beat
I was without time.
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Author note...
^the reason the title is Indian- My history teacher had us write an essay on what we would do if we were an indian labled 'hostile' because we were off the reservation, and the 7th calvery was going to kill us. I don't rember exactly what it was. I decided to put it up here because my teacher gave 100% and one extra credit point for a grade. Soooo.. yeah.
