3. Untouchable
As the previously still, dormant and basically dead body bag began to shake and move, an awful shriek of help erupted from the inhabitants of the dismal body bag. I couldn't move, i was in a giant ice cube unabel to move while the cold stabbed my back like knifes but i was still abel to see the bag, I was still able to hear the shrieks. But then something happened, something happened that I never thought could happen; I began to hear the sound of a zip being pulled and the fear pulsing through my veins melted the ice cube I was once in and I fell backwards but I was still cold as death. However Death was defiantly not holding the thing inside the body bag tight enough.
The body bag began to open up to the outside world. A brutally abused, blooded and cut hand pushed open the bag even more and what I saw next made Fear's grip tightened on me just that bit more. The mangled body of a girl not so much younger than me clambered out of the bag, clawing at the dessert dirt - the crimson blood drenching the ground.
She crawled along the ground getting closer to me by the second. She then looked up, her eyes an ice cold blue glazed withdeath. But it wasnt her eyes that made me shiver as if a cold finger had traced my spine, it was the fact that she didnt look through me like others; no she looked right into my eyes, scowering my soul.
She could see me and i could see her, suddenly this dream protection bubble i thought i was in popped and i was choaking on this sleeping reality atmosphere. My vision glazed over but i knew the girl was coming at me faster and faster. I completely froze solid when a cold, wet, blooded hand gripped my leg and sent me falling backwards hitting the ,suddenly metal like ground. I pushed my self backwards, retreating as fast as I could but I wasn't fast enough.
She clawed at my collar bones and shoulders in sheer panic screaming the one word that beckons everyone to your side...
"HELP ME, PLEASE! HELP ME!" She screamed, fear entwined with her voice.
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Dying Dreamer (in one mahusive phase of rewriting)
Teen Fiction❝A dream has power to poison sleep. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley❞
