The desperation in my voice is peaking through my voice...I stop after the feeling of movement from his body lifts and disappears. Defeated I crumble to the floor in shock.. scared really. My eyes gaze at the dark sky in silence. I feel tears running down my cheeks.
I press my face against his chest praying for a heart beat, I get nothing but complete and udder silence. All I hear is slight sound of crickets in the distance. I lift my self away from him and just sit there on my knees defeated. Confused.
Spread on the floor in despair, eyes lost in the dark sky and mind gone. I lay there... tears rush down the side of my face. In an effort to wipe them away I use my bloody hands. Feeling thick liquid on my face I start to panic and I start incessantly wiping my face with my hands.
I begin the whimper and cry out loud in frustration. Allowing myself to scream in anxiety and yell out in angst. The vibration In my throat gives my vocal chords a hoarse feel. I stop the straining of my voice and catch my breath. Inhaling air feels like a cold chill in the back of my throat. Mentally exhausted I collapse on the tall man laying in a pool of his own blood, not even thinking I collapse.
He starts to move
YOU ARE READING
The Tracks
Misteri / ThrillerAs a young woman wanders the night after her train is missed the night slowly takes a turn as it unfolds, she questions her madness...But it's only the beginning