Scattered Stars

Unspoken words

So you guys didn't respond when I asked which POV you want between Palesa and Jessica so I decided I'll do both... Maybe.

Enjoy.
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Unspoken words of the frightened.

I can feel the strands of my lengthy brown hair slapping me in my face as I whip my head, left and then right in a whiplash causing speed.

I can hear the sound of rumbling cars and chattering mouths fade away as the loud rhythmic thrumming of my pummeling heart abuse my already bruised chest ricochet over the darkened lonely corners of my mind.

I know I am being irrational, I am being a coward, I am being a worry wuss but my irrationality, my cowardly tendencies, and never-ending worries are the only thing that have kept me safe.

After sucking in a greedy amount of air, I rush past the zooming cars, some beeping, others stopping abruptly to avoid crashing into my frail, shaking body.

My brown eyes, round and grow large as I look back at the little coffee shop to see if he is still there but what I see are incredulous looks painted on the faces of onlookers as they watch me running with a small backpack tightly clutched in my hands while my flailing brown hair covers my face.

Usually, in my nightmares, these people have no faces, they are just sullen shadows marching side-by-side as they point me out for him to find, to take me away.

Just as I am about to zip across another street the noises that were once fading away began to blare in my ears as a honking truck and shrilling screams cause me a momentary lapse.

Within my peripheral vision, I can see flashing lights, one of a walking man but his flesh is painted red; the other is circular and is filled with tiny green lights.

I see a large windscreen with a large man who has a filthy beard wrapped around his chubby chin, aqua eyes large and round as he continues to press his paw against the car bell. His fear-stricken face comes closer and closer to me, I try to move my feet but I can't, fear has paralysed me.

I feel a force push me to the ground.

It sends my mind spiralling into a continuous limbo. Spiraling down, so far down I can't see the pits of my impended doom. 

I could hear the chattering sound of voices bouncing around a vacuum space. As much as I tried to resist, to resist facing the reality that awaited me within the distance of my eyes and eyelids, I could feel my eyes begin to slip open.

He had brown eyes that often haunted every square inch of my mind, his looks mirror mine so much looking in the mirror gave me night terrors. His face was not as pale as mine but tanned from all the times he spent outside, instead of having puberty, juvenile pimples his face had a disgustingly long scar that dragged from the tip of his lip until his temple, that scar would often stretch as he pulled his chapped lips into a sadistic smile that he used to taunt my mother.

When the blinding light of the sun cleared, I saw emerald eyes shifting across my face, the face of the man was clear of any scars instead he had an odd mole above his eyebrow. His chest rose and a fell in a fast erratic pace as he tried to catch his breath.

"You forgot your purse." He breathed.

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Unspoken words of the taken

Like a shadow he crept his way back into my life, they only feast on the very little light you have.

It always starts the same, he gets me first so my mother will comply because if he gets her first she is going to tell me to run. "Run Jesse, run!"