The Daughter from Hell

The Man

Every time I walk in the dark or a dark place there is a shadowed figure of a man. I have only seen the shadow of the man. Except for one time when I was about five years old I saw his eyes. He had the same twinkle that lights my eyes, but instead of blue eyes he had red bloodshed eyes. Our eyes locked for about thirty seconds before I ran away into the protection of my mother's arms. My father asked me with a great amount of concern in his eyes, a warm hazel color, "What is wrong my little flame?"

"There- was-a- tall- shadowed- man- in-the- forest." My voice shaked with fear that the mam was going to come out of the forest and kill me in a terrible, painful way that was not to be short.

Most five year olds did not think they were going to die, so I tried not to think this way.

My father went to go and see if there actually was a man not just of my imagination.

When he returned he comforted me and suggest to my mother that I was to be taking to the doctors.

Like I said kids my age did not think they were going to die specifically by the man I saw.

As I got older I did not see the man, well except in my dreams where he would show up like he did when I saw him in the forest that day.

I would wake up in a cold sweat. The dreams where he showed up did not feel like dreams. They felt like I was trapped in a different world. A world between dreams and reality, or a world between... Life and death. It is an inescapable world that I am forced to enter.
It is impossible to know when I am going to have these were going to happen.

When I went to the doctor's all they said when my parents told them what I told them was that I should go and see a therapist because this was not in their expertise and this could have just been my imagination.

The therapist also said it was probably my imagination but they have never heard about this imaginary problem. They have heard about kids who the parents thought their kids had imaginary friends for to long and normal problems like that.

No matter what they said I knew it, this man, was not part of my imagination.

After a while the man disappeared completely from my thoughts.
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One day at school I woke up in the nurse's office. The clock read 3:30. I should have be home by now. When I turned around the first face was one of my friend's.

She called for my other two friends into the room.

"What happened?"

When I asked this they all looked at each other in a scared way like they were scared of the answer.

So I asked again.

"What. Happened."

Finally I got an answer from Caroline. She stuttered for the second time that I have known her. The first time was when she attempted to talk to her crush. This must be serious.

"You fainted."

"What is so bad about that?"

This time Jade answered.

"Your heart stopped."

"How?"

Carli was the one who answered my confusion of how I am still alive.

"It is a miracle that you survived. Your heat was stopped for a long time."

"How long is a long time??"

They all said the answer in unison. It sounded like they could not believe what they were about to say.

"Thirty minutes."

When I heard them say it I was stunned. Then it turned into disbelief.

"Thirty? Minutes?"

How was this physically possible.

I should be dead. Why am I not dead? If I was dead all of this would be over. God I wish I would just die and get my misery life out of the world. The world would be so much better without me.

I had a feeling that it had to do something to do with that shadowed man I saw all those years ago. I could not say anything about this ongoing thought with having to go through the whole process I had to do last time I said something.

I knew that my... Episode... was going to be the main thing to talk about. I was already the weird unsociable girl who was from "Hell".

The most friends I have had was my three friends that I have now.
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My parents let me stay home for the rest of the week. All of my teachers thought it was a good idea.

One good thing came about this, when I was out all work that I missed was excused.

But one good thing is small compared to a thousand bad things.

For example, everyone is to be talking about this until something else happens. But that could be forever. What else could happen that is bigger news than my heart stopping to long humanly possible?

Well I could think of one thing...

No. I can not convince someone to give up their life.

Maybe if I take away someone's life that does not matter.

Mine.