For choir this past year I had to turn in a creative writing assignment based around a song. Instead of doing this assignment I dug up an old assignment, "The Monster I've Become" and totally changed it so it makes sense. If you want to read how it was before it will be the next chapter. Enjoy!
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I look around me, hearing the footsteps go closer, I know hiding in a room filled with nothing but a bed, a shelf of dusty books, and a painting on the wall would not save me, I do not know why even somewhere In me I believed it was a half decent idea, but it was either hide or die without even trying to live, and so I guess there was no time to think.
Questions were flying through my head. I may have thought I was going insane the way I was hearing The Reaper’s voice running through my head. What was left of the rational side of me said it wasn't true, it couldn't be. It was impossible for something like this to happen. Those stories of the paranormal have always been for the people who want fame. Yet another part of me, a part that seemed much more relevant now told me “Run or do not run, it does not make a difference because you will be found. It’s best not to fear The Reaper.”
That is what is keeps calling itself. The Reaper. I’ve gotten only a glimpse of the creature in my mind. I think it put it there. The Reaper is tall and wears a black cloak. Everything about the figure seems frail but knowing. The Reaper is in my mind and there was nothing I could change about that, I could try all I want but in the end… This is my end. I could not let go without a fight.
The Reaper’s ancient voice once again left a whisper in my head “It’s best not to fear the Reaper. Romeo and Juliet are gone and happy together. You can be too.”. I shivered slightly at that thought.
I could hear The Reaper getting closer now and I still refused to be found. I suddenly saw a door and immediately creeped toward it. I had ridden it off as a closet before, but even a closet would help now. I entered it and it was bigger than I thought it was, it was another bedroom though I could find no form of light. I began feeling around the room to find a safe hiding place but suddenly I rammed into a table. I felt along the table and there was a candle with a lighter next to it. I lit the candle to realize the candle had only recently been blown out. I was questioning why a lighter was next to it.
In the dimmed light i could make out a window which was open and I immediately shut it being careful not to be heard. After it had been shut and locked I sat in the corner staring at the candle still lit on the table. I knew I should blow it out but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. It was a moment where I wasn’t fighting.
She was right, my mother was right, if only I had listened to her rather repetitive phrase "Do not summon anything that you can not handle, Amanda." Why had I not listened? Had I really been that simple minded to think that nothing would happen? Now here I was, staring into a candle knowing full well this could be the last thing I see.
"This is your last night of suffering. Your last night of being alone, Amanda. You should be celebrating, not fearing The Reaper." The voice echoed in my head causing my blood to run cold.
I heard creaking on the stairs that began growing louder, louder, and louder yet. My heart was pounding so hard I was shocked the vile monster could not hear. Suddenly I heard an ugly, twisted laugh. Before I even had a chance to question whether The Reaper had heard there was a loud bang, it had sounded like a gunshot. I turned slightly to see the window shattered, a few small pieces drawing a bit of blood from my arm.
I brought my knees to my chest wanting to stop the horror and let the tears that were begging to be released out, but I had no time. Though I knew I would not live to see another day, but my body still urged me to fight for my life, to try and live. That’s all we want as humans, to live, and I was no different.
I heard a soft hiss from the creature, before the door started to creak open letting the light from the hall stream in. In my head it had told me it knew I was in the room, and I had met my number. I took a deep breath though I smelled nothing but sulfur. For the door was now open, and I was to be face to face with The Reaper. He walked toward me until he stood directly in front of me and extended his arm. I stared at it a moment knowing that this was it. I looked up to The Reaper’s face. The face was pale and as the rest of the creature it made him look frail. The Reaper had the voice of an old man and a face that matched it. He looked like a regular elderly man, and under different circumstances I might have thought him such.
I stared at the face another moment and I suddenly there was a creaking sound that sounded much like the door, but this time his cheekbones were moving up slightly and his jaw begun to set itself in a different manner. The leathery, wrinkled skin began to retract and become tight around the face. The old hollow eyes of a man that had seen too much became more youthful. That’s what happened to him, he was shifting into a younger man.
The transformation was complete, and I found myself looking into his eyes unafraid. I did not fear The Reaper, and this was the end. I took his hand and the pain went away where the glass had hit me, the fear and nothingness were replaced with bliss, and my thoughts were empty. Before I knew what was happening The Reaper was flying. Flying me to the stars and leaving my shell of a body behind with a whisper. “Amanda, Do not fear The Reaper.”
