I heard them whispering my name over and over again. Saying my name in such a violent way, as if, saying my name was venom dripping from their teeth. As if, my name was the coldest thing on Earth. As if, I was the kind of girl, no one could love. As if, I was the girl that no one wanted. As if, I was the worst thing any one could ever know. Although, I knew that was true, deep in my heart. And, well, that is what scared me the most.
As they kept whispering my name, I heard footsteps. Footsteps, slowly and quietly, coming closer. My heart speeds up in my chest. Thump...thump...thump. My heart, so loud, you could hear it miles away. Thump..thump..thump. My heart speeds faster, as the footsteps become closer, more prominent. Thump. Thump. Thump. I was in danger, I knew it. I was in danger of my heart thumping out of my chest. I was in danger of myself. I was in danger to, who ever, wanted me dead.
I step backwards as the footsteps come closer toward me. My breath hitching in my throat, ridged. Making it hard to breath. My breath comes out in short reps, causing a fog to form in front of my face.
The footsteps stop.
Everywhere around me went cold. My veins, my pounding heart, the air I was breathing in, the fog from my breath. My feelings, my thoughts, my emotions. There was no more numbness in my veins; no more numbness in my heart. Instead, I felt stone cold, as if, I was ice.
Ahead of me, close, was a faint dark figure. A tall, inky, figure stood before me. A large cloak was blowing in the cold breeze. It seemed ragged and torn. And a large, tall, scythe was in the mysterious figure's hand.
He stood before me, as I was a slave. A slave to him. A slave to death. I knew, at this point, that I was going to die. It wasn't the fear of dying that scared me, for I was not afraid of death, what scared me was that I was not afraid of death.
"Hello..." He quietly whispered. It was barely audible, but enough where I could hear. His voice was like needles stabbing your heart. His voice was cold, slicing my lungs. I was already dying in his presence.
But I wouldn't let him see; I wouldn't let him see my weakness.
I stood up tall, ignoring the pain in my lungs, my heart, my mind, and my soul. "What do you want from me?" My voice felt foreign. But I still managed to keep my voice strong and steady.
He walked forward. The cold got stronger. Piercing my ribs; my bones. I cried out. This man, was going to torture me. Torture me till I was dead. He chuckled; a low, bone chilling laugh.
"What do I want from you?" He chuckled again. "There is nothing you could ever give to me. For, you are an excuse. An excuse for life. You are an insult. An insult to America; to our family. You shouldn't exist. You are a mistake."
Looking at the dark figure before me, tears started to roll down my face. Warm, salty, and sticky tears. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come. My ribs squeezed my lungs; it was hard to breath.
"You are a mistake." He said again, then laughed. His low, bone chilling laugh.
At that point, I saw his eyes; his icy blue eyes. Blazing, blue fire burned. Hatred and anger being the source of the flames. I collapsed onto the stone, hard ground. My knees made contact onto the hard terrain; scrapping them. The palms of my hands had the same treatment. My head hit the ground, causing a great pounding to be caused. I screamed; a blood curling, agonized scream. A scream full of pain. A scream full of fear. A scream of realization. I was already being tortured; and he hadn't even touched me.
He stepped closer...and closer...and closer. Till his feet were almost touching me. He began to lower himself; slowly. Toward me. My eyes went wide; my eyes. My brown eyes, so full of fear and pain.
"D-don't tou-touch m-me!" I howled through my pain and my tears. I tried to roll myself away. But the pain, oh the pain, was to much for me.
"Was that a demand, little girl?" He asked me, anger was spilling from his voice.
I didn't answer.
His black, boned hand went to my arm. And, with little effort, wrapped his fingers around my wrist. His hand; blazing ice against my skin. I whimpered against the cold; trying to ignore the pain in my body. The pain in my lungs. The pain in my bones. The pain in my mind. The pain in my heart; the pain in my soul.
"I said," He raised his voice. "Was that a demand, little girl?"
Hot pain was created in my wrist. As if, my skin was on fire. I screamed, no, wailed in pain. Fire was spreading. Spreading everywhere; anywhere.
"Was it?" He hollered.
I gasped; trying to catch my breath. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing would come. Only tears, pain, and cries would come. And, before I could blink, he quickly fastened his fist to my bone; snapping it in half.
I screamed. I cried. I whimpered. And I wailed. The pain was pure agony.
"Stop!" I hollered, as the pain was almost unbearable.
The pain began to spread into my upper arm; making me pass out from the pain.....
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Hey, guys! I hope you enjoy so far! Basically what is going to happen is that each dream will either be in one part/chapter or in different parts for one dream. But, either way, I hope all the readers chose to stick to it and continues to read! I, also, have a note that I have other stories...and it would be great if y'all could read them! Just don't forget to comment, vote, and like!
-Scars
