Lost But Not Forgotten (NaNoWriMo 2013)

6.

-Okay, I know this chapter is really short and sucks but I'm not in the mood and have already written a lot today but I thought I was write some more. Remember this is all literally right out my head with no editing so please be nice.

Thanks. :) I'm quite happy with the amount I have written so far: 4651 words in 3 days and my word count goal is 20000 words :)

White, blinding white light blinds my eyes and I can’t see anything. Where am I? Its dead silent, not a sound except for the ringing you can hear all the time, well I can hear all the time, I don’t know about you.

When I finally adjust to the bright light, I try to sit up on what I think I’m lying is on a bed but I find that I am strapped down with leather strips. I don’t know if I’m in a room or what, everything is just white except for the black wooden door on the other side of the room.

I struggle against what is holding me down but it won’t bust. I try to scream for help but when opening my mouth, no sound comes out, I want to scream but I can’t! What the hell is happening here! I continue to struggle for what feels like hours until I’m so weak I can barely move my fingers. A tear rolls down my cheek, and many others follow it.

Suddenly, I hear a creak in the direction of the door and lift my head up to see the door being pushed open. Who is it? Can they save me? Hoping it to be Jesse or Cameron, I am disappointed and scared to death to see what glides through the door.

A black cloaked figure slowly floats towards me, its head face downwards so I cannot see its face properly but I catch a glimpse of white, shiny bone. I shudder at the sight, what is this thing? I can hear it breathing slowly, in its skeletal hand, a scythe with a blade so sharp you could probably cleanly slice someone’s head off. I was so frightened I was shivering so hard it shook the bed.

As it approached me, the scythe was slowly raised above its head, looking like it was about to strike me. This time I really could scream. I opened my mouth and shrieked like a baby being born.

“AHHHHHHHH! HELP ME!” and as the scythe comes down, the figure revealed its face, a skeleton. I blackout.

He was the Grim Reaper. Am I dead?