Day One

July 23rd 2013

July 23rd 2013

                My heart was beating wildly, hammering so hard against my chest it hurt. I was surrounded by creatures twice my height and four times as wide. They were staring at me from all angles. Their breathing was loud and slow. It was creating a gusting wind around me. I tried to will my animalistic instincts to kick in. I was focusing all my energy to find them and cling on to them like they were my last breath. I couldn’t find them… they weren’t within me anymore. I was just a weak pathetic excuse for a human. The demon beasts were laughing in a sadistic way. A low rumbling that caused the earth to shake. The tremors were too strong for my human legs to hold against. I fell flat on my face in front of the beast. An easy targets for them no doubt.  They were growling as they slowly approached me. Predator stalking its prey slowly, watching them squirm at their known fate. Death.  One by one they circled around me, sneering at me. Then they lunged. Starting with my arms and legs. I could feel them being pulled out of their sockets … then completely off my body. I heard the rip of my own flesh. The pain was over bearing to all my senses. All I could do was cry out in agony.

                I woke up screaming, shaking with tears rushing down my face and a thin layer of sweat glistening off my body. Luckily I didn’t fall out of my tree… Falling 50 feet would have made this morning even better. I hate these nightmares. The one where my father was right about everything.  They made me feel weak and insignificant. The dreams also made the hatred for my father a hotter inferno. I was not weak and I was not going to die at the hands of his beast... at least not like that; I would not be there prey! I would at least control my own death.  I would have fought not fall on my face. Not cry out in pain. If his beast ever did rip me limb from limb… I would tell them to choke on me and go out quiet. Keeping the pain inside. If I were to die because of my father he would not have the satisfaction of seeing me squirm, beg for it to end and cry out in pain. No that would be the one thing I would have total control of.

                My death is not something I am scared of… No, for I know it is a part of life. We all are born and then we die. The important thing is what we do between our first breath of life and our final breath.  My death will not be insignificant. When I die, I will be dying for what is right. I will not die without taking something precious from my father either. Whether it is a precious beast of his or maybe even his life. I will not die in vain. No, my death will be great…Not because I am vain or full of pride. No, that’s not it all. If I die it will be great because I will take him down with me. It may not be written in history and that is okay… But you better believe my death will be for a cause.

My death will be great!

Z