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Dear you,
Dying. I was dying.
I was heavily breathing, felt my body heat up and sweat was trickling down my scolding hot skin.
I was on the ground weeping, screaming, crying.
I wanted it to stop.
I closed my eyes and let the tears stream down my face. It was red and flushed and I could feel my eyes puff up.
Someone help me!
There were shadows dancing around me, people around me, noises around me.
I NEEDED HELP!
I screamed loudly and clutched my head between my hands. I roughly grabbed my hair and pulled and yanked at it.
Maybe that would have stopped it.
I scratched at my arms and legs and cried.
I was dying.
It was so dark and scary. I didn't want any of it! Please stop it! STOP!
"HELP ME!" I scratched my arms, drawing blood. "PLEASE," I pleaded.
The shadows. They were everywhere. They were laughing and singing and dancing over the walls and over me and over all of us.
I wanted to go back to my sanity.
"Elizabeth," someone spoke so gently I mistook them for an angle. I thought maybe my time was up and my life would finally end.
I felt cold hands on my arms and when I managed to open my eyelids, I saw him.
He had his dark aura around him. His darkness surrounding him. Separating him from the rest of the world.
His cloak swayed around him as he squatted down to my level on the floor and I stared.
My dry lips opened and I watched him as he reached with his hand over to cup my cheek. As if checking to see if I was alright or trying to somehow sooth the pain.
It worked. I smiled.
I smiled because it went away. I smiled because my screams died down. I smiled because he made it ok.
He had made a cocoon for us with his darkness. The shadows, they disappeared. The noises, they quietened down. The people, they left me alone.
"What happened?" It came as a whisper. Like a soft kiss to my ear drum.
"I don't know." I was lost.
Perfect. He was perfect. This was perfect.
He leaned forward, resting his knees on the ground then pulled me to him. He was in total control of my body and I didn't mind it. I was exhausted.
He pulled me closer, his body heat nipping at my skin. He turned me around gently and made me lean back on him, my back to his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me and swayed us slowly from side to side. I liked it. It calmed me.
I was in total and complete darkness. I was in bliss. I loved it.
I lay back and let him do his magic and then it all changed when the darkness started to lift.
It had lasted for a second.
The pain came back.
I whimpered and tried to hold onto it but it slipped through my fingers and I cursed the earth for such cruelty.
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Poison Letters
Teen FictionI'm a mystery waiting to be solved. A puzzle, if you will. My journey isn't for the faint-hearted, nor is it a joke. This is reality. Come play with me.