The satchel was on the black horse, so I decided to climb on him. Easier said than done. After a few tries, I managed to get on his back. He started to run, or whatever horses do, and I couldn't stop him. I held on for my life.
I looked out in front of me but everything was too dark. It suddenly got very cold, and that's when I realised that I was still in my robe. But that was the least of my worries. The sky began getting darker and darker until I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I began to feel very tired after a few hours, and I dozed off to sleep on the back of the black horse.
I suddenly wake up to a tap on my shoulder. I look up, and I'm in a new world. I world that is so disturbing I don't think I could describe it. I'm surrounded by demons and beast and dragons... and wait... is that me? I squint and I see a little girl, sitting in a corner, crying, brused and beaten. Could she hear me? I call her name, my name.
"Leah! Leah! Can you hear me?"
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Sam.
"She can hear you, but she's too broken to look up."
Was this really me? She looks like she's around seven years old. I thought back to when I was seven years old, and I started to cry. I looked up and I was surrounded by fires. Fires so massive that I had to hold my breath. The fires were so tremendous that I could almost feel the smoke cloud around me, choking me to the point of tears.
YOU ARE READING
Red Sam
Short StoryHere I stand, empty hands, wishing my wrists were bleeding, to stop the pain from the beatings, and there you stood, holding me, waiting for me to notice you. But who are you? You are the truth.