Practicing writing & description × book

chapter ten on writing

You breath silently, but willing to take the risk. Your friend didn't die not so long ago, only in a day. Your friend died by drowning in the river where you had to escape from something. You can't remember what it was though, the memories you had were a bit fuzzy, but all you really know is it find the cure to this terrible disease.
You see a person in the distance, who was it?

The person looked at you with its terrifying pure black eyes with it's creepy smile.

The person would laugh creepily, sounding all mixed up with weird pitches that people can't even produce that pitch.

You stand there shock, then the person snapped it's neck, then started running toward you. You realize that you needed to run, so you run the opposite direction where the creepy human was running.

You look in front of you, there was a cliff.

You started falling down to an endless cycle of falling down, then seeing the pit of darkness, waiting to devour you up.

You feel the grasp of the dark, it was so cold. You realize that you'll die here, you started to stop breathing.

You wake up in your bed, it was night still. You thought it was a dream, so you yawn and get out of your bed.
You were actually breathing, you take a sigh and start to go downstairs to the kitchen.

While you were getting some milk in the fridge, you look behind you.

Something moved.

You widen your eyes, was it true? Was there a monster here too, in real life?

You look in front of you.

The fridge was closed.

Something was here, and you then hear a blood curdling scream outside. You run to your door and open it, you look at one of your neighbors houses. One if your neighbors is your friend, Vivienne.

You knock on your neighbors door, then looked at the sky. It was still midnight even though you went to sleep a few minutes ago, and went into a nightmare? Was it just a coincidence?  You hoped it was, and hoped that nightmare wasn't actually in real life. You knocked on your friends door again, still no reply. You thought she'd be sleeping, but all the lighter were obvious all on. You'd break the knob on the door, then go inside the house, worried.

You'd see blood puddles on the floor, then your friends dead body, laid on her back and emotionless. You would immediately start to cry, who would do this? And there were no foot prints, too. You would look at your friends living room, then seeing a black figure run toward another object and take the shape of it.

You would stuff your Hands inside both of your pockets since you had pockets on your PJs.

Nothing was in there, then you run toward your house, looking everywhere for your phone.

Still, there was absolutely nothing.

You'd cry harder, almost screaming. You heard a police siren, there was a police car, and an officer getting out of his car and said, "You're under arrest." You would go all confuse, how were you the one who killed your friend? "What? I didn't kill my friend!" You cried out, the police officer looked shocked.

And in just a few minutes, you're in solitary, nothing else to do.

Your life is doomed, so what was the point of living?

You hold in your breath, feeling your heart stopping.

Next thing you know lastly is that there was darkness, you're dead. Hopefully, you go see your friends when you're really dead.

But now, you lay there in darkness, then feeling nothing left.