Creak. The car trunk shuts. I hold my breath and time stands still in its own bubble, slow and cold. Cold like his heart. The car halts with a deafening screech and my heart pounds. As he walks, I can hear him grasp something, something heavy. The trunk opens and the moon light pours in. His shadow kills the light. The big heavy object gets pulled from the ground, it comes, hurls towards me.
BLACK.
My eyes open slowly. Blood drips down from my forehead, and it leaves a withered trail reaching my chin I try to wipe it away but my hands won't move, zip tied behind my back. Although I knew I was hurt, it did not matter to me, because the man I saw was worse. He had a devilish smile, more terrifying then you could ever imagine. His face, nearly an inch from mine. I let a piercing scream slip from my lips.
"You scream again and this knife will be cutting off your lips." The man pointed to a dagger covered in blood. His hand neared it. I shook my head letting a tear fall along with the blood. They mixed in the middle like a small angel surrounded by devils. The angel died leaving just the devils to fall onto my lap. I sat there as the man murmured something to himself and I mumbled something under my breath. The words got louder as my mouth clung to their sound.
"What do you want with me?" I screamed with a voice so scared and bedraggled I couldn't believe it was my own.
"My kind of fun, a deadly kind of fun."
"Let me go!" I said. It sounded more like a question then a demand.
"Butch, come silence this rodent!!" The man screamed into the air, his thin voice echoed strong and loud through the darkness. Another man came in although it was dark I could make out his figure. He was stocky and shorter than the other man b...
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...lthough I didn't know what had happened while I had blacked out I knew I was alive. The pain, it was worse than before. Ripping me to shreds, the pain shot through my body with horrifying speed. The pain of a thousand knifes burning into my skin. I let a tear fall, then another, then the next until I realized what I'd been to naive to notice a few minutes ago. The man, the terrible man was gone so was the man with the pain in his eyes. My cuts were bandaged, zip ties gone, gag thrown onto the floor. There was a note.
Run.
Never look back
He's gone
-Butch
I fell onto my legs. Unsteady, I'd never been this unstable on my own feet. Each step took all my power. My legs got stronger, my pace steady. I reached the door, pulled it open. Light. Blazing, beautiful light. I could see the birds soaring through the clear blue sky. I was free, free like the birds.
His screams are getting louder, I screamed with fear and desperately hoping that someone would save me. I screamed one more time hoping someone will come and help me.
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
I quickly raise my knife above my head, thinking of all the things this man has put me through. I jab the knife into his heart and twist my wrist in every which way. His lifeless body droops to an irregular state. The feeling of accomplishment empowers me. My father’s dead body and Mary’s dead ashes lay before me making me realize my mission is complete.
I would shut my eyes because I knew what was coming. And before I shut my eyes, I held my breath, like a swimmer ready to dive into a deep ocean. I could never watch when his hands came toward me; I only patiently waited for the harsh sound of the strike. I would always remember his eyes right before I closed my own: pupils wide with rage, cold, and dark eyebrows clenched with hate. When it finally came, I never knew which fist hit me first, or which blow sent me to my knees because I could not bring myself to open my eyes. They were closed because I didn’t want to see what he had promised he would never do again. In the darkness of my mind, I could escape to a paradise where he would never reach me. I would find again the haven where I kept my hopes, dreams, and childhood memories. His words could not devour me there, and his violence could not poison my soul because I was in my own world, away from this reality. When it was all over, and the only thing left were bruises, tears, and bleeding flesh, I felt a relief run through my body. It was so predictable. For there was no more need to recede, only to recover. There was no more reason to be afraid; it was over. He would feel sorry for me, promise that it would never happen again, hold me, and say how much he loved me. This was the end of the pain, not the beginning, and I believed that everything would be all right.
Boom. Breath. Boom. Breath. Each step sounded like a war drum banging in my ears. The harmonious rhythm of my steps consistent with my breath continued on and on as I made my way up the side of the cliff in the middle of these Colorado woods. The sweltering heat was hindering my vision, and I began to feel dizzy. The worst part is, I am all alone.
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
I was steps away. I breathed in and out. I took one step and down I went. My right foot went forwards and my left leg tucked under it. I lay flat as I slid into home.
The road back was dark and gloomy but this time I led the way and walked with my back straight with a feeling of self-confidence. They dropped me of home first as a sign of respect and thankfulness. Walking into the house and laying on the bed feeling as though I had accomplished something was something I had never felt before.
Now I sat, the ringing of my ears soothing as I listened to the cheering grow louder and louder with every second. Ecstatic praise and applause constant in my drums as my mind had gone numb with though. The piercing cries of children and families filling my ears as my eyes focused in along the body of the beast. It’s face had construed into a large smile, teeth jagged and crossed, spilling out of the creatures mouth with a wicked grin. It’s eyes, though black in entirety, gazed directly onto me. Through the blackness you could barely make something out. Small grey squiggles within the wringed and milky black of the pools. I could almost read it. The bare lines forming abstract messages and ideas. My thoughts were then subverted by the loud voice which came yelling from a podium, hidden behind thick metal
The weight of the car pressed down on the bottom half of my body with massive force. It did not hurt simply because adrenaline pumped through me. All I could feel was the weight of the car’s hood pushing my body farther and farther into the ground. My lungs felt clamped shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that demonic road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened and how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
My heart was simply ripped apart. I could not believe it at first, but I knew I had to. After all these wonderful years and enthralling moments, I finally have to face God's greatest challenge. My mind wasn't as messy as before anymore and I couldn't even think of what to think. It seemed as if I had nothing to worry about, nothing to do, nothing to say. I was trapped inside this room waiting for the Grim Reaper to reap my innocent soul.