Book Of N

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I stood watching outside from one out of the three glass windows we have in the shack,
silently I leaned to the glass watching,
I have been standing here for hours,
keeping watch over us,
putting my hands on the glass it felt as cold as always,
taking my eyes to the nym tree outside,
not a sound from the usual chirping by the crows,
I checked every corner of the shack,
looking back at the only company I had in this little misery we call us,
he isn’t much of a company since all he does is write and read,
we hardly talk much,
but he always looks to me to take a step first,
to be honest sometimes I despise him,
how can one be so weak,
all he does is live in a world of his own,
so carefree as if he has everything handed to him,
he is there laying down on his bed made of chopped wood and some stuff we scavenged,
he is facing the wall motionless as if he’s not breathing,
then again as much as I know him he is just playing out his new poem in his head,
suddenly he turned and he smiled at me and went on about his writing,
pathetic,
I thought to myself,
“doesn’t he have anything better to do?
is he not worried?
well it cant be helped he’s hopeless.”
I turned and went about my lookout business,
as I watched through the silent night outside,
a strange feeling came over me,
it was as if,
some one was watching me I felt the icy chills as they send ripples of caution all over my body as I get ready for what’s coming,
in short I’ll say “ I am afraid.”
I couldn’t see anything,
a feeling by instinct told me to look around the nym tree,
I watched it closely,
I couldn’t see anything but I could feel it,
whatever it is,
it’s there,
and it is coming or us.

It wasn’t to be seen but to be felt,
it was there.

everything stopped for a moment,
the wind stopped blowing the leaves became motionless,
the crickets died with the silence,
it’s as if time it self stood still.
I heard a voice in my head,
a foreign voice,
definitely not my thoughts,
the voice was loud,
a deep cutting voice said to me,

FINALLY IVE FOUND YOU.
Frozen in fear, i called out “ M..M..” I attempted to say but I could only whisper, gathering courage and strength I shouted “M!
wake up, wake the hell up”
he turned to me and said
“what do u want?”

It’s  like he didn’t even realize what is coming,
maybe he didn’t feel it,
maybe only I did,
I tried to sound as calmly as I could as I said to him,
“listen to me carefully,
you need to run, run away and don’t look back,
go as far as u can,
anywhere away from here”
I could see it in his eyes he was getting scared but all he said was,
“ what is coming?
You are beginning to scare me”
I just told him to trust me and its time,
trying not to scare him any further, I said  “go fast,
we've already wasted time”
he looked deep into my eyes and I know he could feel my hands shaking as I tried to control myself,
it was then that he finally realized what was happening,
he put his hand on my shoulder and said in a tone more of a whisper,
“ what are u talking about?
u don’t mean”
I felt he knew what I’m talking about but its better to take it easy on him,
he is too fragile to be shouted at now,
I simply said to him “ yes HE IS HERE”
he put his head down as if trying to block something from his mind,
he started talking to himself.

“we got rid of him didn’t we?
he cant still be here, you most be making a mistake”

I simply looked back at him.

“ you know I’m never wrong”

I could feel it getting closer I could see a shadow just below the nym tree,

“no time now M, you have to take the tunnel and RUN
whatever you do don’t turn back”

i could see the tears in his eyes ready to roll down his face,
he muttered what sounded like
“ but N he will devour you”
I just replied
“ I know M, I know”

he looked at me and said
“ then why are y...”

I didn’t let him finish, pulling him by his shirt until we stood  eye to eye,
I pointed towards the little back door and said to him

“ don’t worry about me just get the hell out of here now,
think of a way to save yourself,
ill try and slow him down”

he turned to me saying
“I can help you “

it rang in my head
“ how can this pathetic thing help me”

all I could say to him was

“ don’t make me laugh, now get moving, get out now”

he pushed the door open, and took his first step then turned to me and said
“I will save us, I promise”

I wondered to myself how can you save us, when you couldn’t even save yourself?

all I said to him was
“yea you do that”
Knowing that would be my last words to him,
he left the door ajar as he started to run I heard his footsteps sounding lighter,
as he ran off into the trees.

whispering to myself
“ what ever you do don’t turn back”

I turned to meet the inevitable demise of me.

I stood wondering is this all worth it?

he will devour me,
then what?
he devours him too,
then what’s all the effort for?

as I pondered on that an enormous force came over me,
falling to my knees,
it felt as if someone put weights on me,
I tried to stand but couldn’t,
I know its here,
I can feel it as real as the pain im feeling right now.

everything stood still again no sound from a soul,
as I looked at the front door in total darkness, it was as if time itself stood still.

I heard a crash and a screech as the door shattered into so many tiny pieces.
Splinters flew to every corner,
I felt as some made their way deep into my skin and my flesh, some scratched the surface,
some simply went deep.
I blinked only to open my eyes and see a big brown splinter coming towards my eye,
I tried to avoid it but it was too late,
it went in,
I could feel it in my eye, I could feel the pain as it pierced through my eye lid and as water poured out with the cover sinking into the emptying socket.
the pain was killing me,
but I couldn’t move,
before I could feel the full impact of the pain,
I heard footsteps,
managing to look with my good eye,
all I saw was a shadowy hooded figure,
dressed in all black as the night it came out of,
I couldn’t see its face but I could feel the grin on its face.
It raised a hand towards me and pointed, upon making a fist, a bright light covered the room as sound of the roof getting blown off echoed into my soul.

I closed my good eye and said to myself
“ M, may God be with you”


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