My world stopped. My breathing seemed to slow its pace. I skanned the dimly lit corner.
"Any one here? If there is... Could you please do me a favor and get the f*ck out?!" I said chuckling to myself.
"Spes, you finally lost it. What's next? A insane asylum."
I walked to my couch surrounded by windows. I tilt my head facing that corner of the room. Something seemed off. It was darker than usual. Even with the windows opened.
"Hmmm?" Squinting my eyes, I could have swore the shadow flickered.
"Probably just my eyes adjusting to the lighting." I assumed.
My eyes squinted again once more focusing on that one corner. I jump in horror. I saw a hand appear to move in the shadow. I screech in panic. My hand gripped the pillow behind me and threw it.
"GET AWAY!"
The pillow smacked against the wall. A Glass frame fell that was hanging up on the wall, hitting the carpet. *crack* The shadow figure was gone. My breathing rapidly increased and my widen eyes filled with horror. My eyes trailed down.
"Oh no.".
I was gazing at the broken picture frame. Quickly snapping out of it,
"damn it."
I slowly walked to the broken picture frame. Not giving a flying fuck of what just happened to me. Glass shattered everywhere. My eyes started to overwhelm with tears. I slowly walked to the frame that was laying face first. feeling my feet being lodged with little sharp pieces of glass buried in the carpet.
"What the hell god?! This was the original! Damn you!"
I cuffed my face with my hands and started weep. I removed one of my hands and slowly flip the broken frame. A picture of my mother and I stood before me. The drawing that we made. The picture all scratched up and holes ripped in it by the glass.
"Oh Mom...". A single tear fell and hit the photo.
* Flash Back *
"Sweety, could you hand me the pencil right by you?" She pointed to the color pencil.
"Yeah." I dragged my little self out of the tall chair and went around the table to hand her the pencil.
"There you go!"
"Aren't you mom's cheery little girl." She pinched my little cheek.
"Come here.", She then picked me up and sat me her in her lap.
"Mom what's that?! " I pointed at the picture.
"It's my drawing. It's a flower Spes. You like it?" She questioned.
"I love it!" I hugged my mom.
"You know Spes, I'll teach you how to draw this flower."
"Really?!" Squealing with excitement.
"Yes." She hugged me than gave me a warm smile.
After a few minutes went by, I drew some flowers with her. (Of course her dominated mine since I was only 4 at that time.). My dad came out of no where. *click* A flash went off. I look up to see my dad with a camera taking a picture of me and Mom.
* End Of Flash Back *
Tears streaming down my red face. My eyes to teary to see anything. As I stood in shattered glass with the broken frame holding my memory with in itself, a faint sound occurred. I didn't shout. I didn't react in anyway. I turn my back to see where the sound probably could have come from. There it was again!
A faint creek sound coming from one of the rooms from upstairs. I grabbed all the courage i managed to get and started to sneak. (Tip toes and the whole shibang). Not a sound when I came up the stairs from me. I was just about to open the bathroom door until I heard it again. This time it sounded like a thud coming from my room. My head snapped towards my door. slowly I crawled towards the wooden door blocking me from it.
YOU ARE READING
The Creature Of The Man
FantasyA girl named Spes, being faced with heaven and hell. Only time can tell what her fate ends too. Are you willing to find out as well ? "I looked up to see him. His eyes, so beautiful, so deceiving."
