Taken

Taken (1)

My breath was running short. Sweat dripping down my face, trying not to pass out from exhaustion.

Why is this happening you ask? I was out partying and well today is the day I die and somehow return. I can’t rest until I know why.

I was running, yes that’s right. I remember. I was running away from a man, an evil man. He raped me; I escaped, and now I’m being chased through the woods with him close between with a iron bar.

Silence. Was all I heard, I knew he was still out there, hiding and ready to pounce. It was getting difficult to see since the trees were getting thicker and blocking out the shining pale moon that light up the place.

Crouching behide a large Oak tree I bend over and catch my breath. Wiping my shoulder length white hair off my forehead, which was stuck to my face covering my sky blue eyes, I take a look at the scenery. It was very eerie, the shadows of the night made the tree limbs look like clawing arm ready to snatch any innocent that walks by.

Slowly standing up I peak over my shoulder to check if I was being followed. Then ‘crack’ went twigs, I whip my head to look straight again only to get whacked in the head with an Iron bar. That was the last thing I remember. I died. It was painless but depressing, I could feel myself float upward, I look down to see my eyes of my past body open and staring into nothing less, head tilted the side.

Everything was finally sinking in. I was dead and I can’t go back. Silent tears trickled down my face but not a sound came out. I watch the man pace around before he spots a freezing lake. Gently lifting my body up, I watch my body bob up and down as he was walking and one of my arms lightly is over my chest and the other freely swinging by my side.

‘This wasn’t meant to happen’ I heard him sigh and give a feather like kiss to my body’s forehead before.

 Strangely I felt it to and gently lifted my pale arm which was once slightly tanned to my forehead and smile sadly.

I watch him as he threw my body into the water and watch it float down the river. Then it hit me, it was such force. I could feel my soul being ripped from my body, I started clawing at my chest, feeling an aching burn spread within my heart outwards.

I screamed, it hurts so much to bare. But the scream was more like this long echo horror thing that you here in movies. 

That’s when the world slowed down; I watch the man turn to face me wide eyed but I knew he could hear nothing but only hear my scream faintly. I watched silently as he placed his hand on his forehead and mumbling that he is going crazy.

So the world slowed and began to blacken.

Squeezing my eyes tight, I feel my now snow white hair wave in the wind, touching my face as I collapse on the ground.

*3 days later*

The fresh meadow grass was tickly my cheek lightly. I could smell the scent of it still from when it was mowed. Smiling, I spread my arms out wide feeling the grass tickle all up my arms.

‘Hey you alright sissy?’ I hear a child-ish baby voice. Sissy? I open my eyes and find myself looking right up at the sun the only thing is a short blacken figure blocking my view of it.

Groaning I sat up at looked around. A clear blue sky, a small meadow that I am laying in with tiny yellow daisies and pine trees all over the place I also notice a mountain with white snow around the top.

Looking over at the little girl I notice she has a basket filled with yummy plump red strawberries and wearing a stripy pink and blue jacket, light blue jeans and little bright flower boots.