She had been lying in bed awake all night, the storm brewing outside kept her eyes peeled and her mouth trembling. She'd never been fond of storms. The only thing that they'd ever brought was floods and hot weather. So it came to no surprise that she was frantically twisting and turning around in bed trying to get comfortable. She'd been doing this for quite some time now, but that was only up until a large, 'bang!' Got her jumping in fright and tumbling out of the folds of her covers. It was inevitable that the thunder would be the cause of her falling and landing with a 'thunk,' on the hard wooden floor.
Jumping to her feet, no longer able to stand in the confined room which seemed to slowly be creeping in further and further every minute, she takes off towards the kitchen; tip toeing and muttering profanities such as 'blessed rain,' and, 'dear god,' to the ongoing storm.
Reaching her destination, she takes a glass from the cabinet and pours herself some water from the jug on the counter. Taking a seat on one of the wooden chairs; splinters prodding at her back and scraping at her uncovered skin, she notices that her fathers meal is still on the table; no longer warm and satisfying-looking. Feeling a cool draft dance around her legs sending chills spiralling across her body and leaving goosebumps in their wake; she stands up from the old chair, placing the glass in her hand onto the hutch.
"Hello?" She calls, gripping at her hands and rubbing the flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Not hearing a reply, a sudden gush of wind whips across her face, drops of rain soon following suit. Hearing the howls and cries of the nights disturbance come at bay, she walks towards the sound, noticing that the front door had flown of its hinges allowing water to flow in and dampen the floor.
"Oh no," she whispers, rushing forward to find something that could possibly improvise for a door so that the wooden floor doesn't stain and the China wouldn't fly off of the shelves. Grasping the side of the entryway she leans her head out, looking for where the door had flown off to. 'Tsssss,' hearing a rattling coming from the bush, she notices a figure slowly rising, it's shadow getting further and further away from her line of sight. What was that? Taking her coat off the little nook, she wraps it around her shoulders, an attempt of protection against the blistering storm. Hearing a punch of thunder, she rubs her shoulders, the breeze biting and nibbling at her bear legs.
Watching horrified as a strike of lightning appears in the lit sky, she turns around, too scared to carry on with the task she had assigned herself with. Scurrying forward, she's stopped midstep by an ear piercing scream. Looking around frantically, she realised that the noise had in fact come out of her own mouth. A tree had come fiercely crashing to the ground, merely missing her toes by mere inches. Jumping backwards, no longer able to make it back to her house due to the fallen tree, she runs forward; her body being thrashed around by the cruel wind.
It was dark, too dark, she didn't know where she was heading just that she had to get away from the atrocity blocking her abode. Gripping her forearms tighter, she attempts to grab her coast closer to her body for additional warmth; her mouth beginning to tremble. Tears had begun to well up in her eyes, leaking out from the strained squint and streaming down her cheeks; staining and lining their trip down to the bottom of her chin. She was scared; frightened that she'd get lost and never be found.
Without even comprehending it, she'd found herself in the middle of a field; a clearing filled with dozens and dozens of endless blues, yellows, reds and pinks. Her knees had given way in the middle of the meadow, whilst the rain seemed to have somehow faulted and stopped. The thunder as well resigned to make deafening sounds, whilst the lightning on the other hand, continuously danced in the sky occasionally making contact with the ground in the mere distance.
It was calming, almost as if the gods had gotten tired of scaring young Evelyn. She gasped, watching the natural beauties of the world prevail. Stumbling to her knees; the hem of her nightgown that fell short above her shins, was covered in grime and dirt such as grass stains, mud and 2 year old beetroot juice. Craning her neck back so that she could have a better look at the display, she feels a little pang; the maneuver had caused her to get a sudden strain. Whimpering from the movement she wipes away the left over tears and pinches the skin between her thumb and pointer finger.
As all beautiful things come to an end, so did this nightmarish-dream. A clap of thunder roared the night back to life; the wind twisting around Evelyn in circles and the rain pelting at her back and shoulders soaking her already dampened nightgown. Bellowing out a resounding shriek, her legs start pounding against the damp, dewy ground, trying to get out of her once 'safe haven.'
"CRACK!" The deafening sound of the gods letting open the sky and with it a bolt of lightning, it strikes Evelyn in the back, the whites, blues, and mostly purples, sending her flying into the air, and sprawling her limbs out across the ground. Panting, she begins to hyperventilate, forgetting how to breath from the suffocating pain. It raced across her back, like how the horses would on the Kings birthday; clawing, scratching, and penetrating what seemed to be venom into the lashings she had received.
No longer able to keep her eyes open; the agony driving her to unconsciousness, she allows her eyes to fall close, feeling peace in the small gesture. Before her eye lids shut tight though, she spots what seems to be a shadow, the silhouette nearing with every step.
It could have just been a figment of her imagination, she swore it might have been. But then again, two shadows in one night? How could that have been a coincidence, could it have something to do with being 'struck,' or, could it be something greater than her, something this world hasn't yet seen, or heard of?
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