The woods are cold. It's dark and I left my shoes in the cottage. I can't for the life of me remember why I came out here but, I do know... I'm running from someone. But, who?
It seems as if my heart were racing my feet. My stomach churns and I'm scared I'll have to stop to throw up.
Help me.
There is nothing more I can do except run. Just keep running.
My head pounds and fear shoots through me when i hear the footfalls of someone else.
They found me.
Then I see him. A hunter. He has a dagger that shines and eyes that flames. His hair is drenched in sweat and a few droplets fall off the tip of his nose. He looks over and I flinch back.
Why?
I stare into the puddle of water next to me. My short, back bob that used to so neatly frame my pale face now is scraggly and ugly and the red ribbon is no longer a bow, just lose and gross.
My red lips and chapped and blackened with scabs. My once bright brown eyes are now dull and sad.
I hit the puddle, water going everywhere and look down at my blue and yellow dress.
Or- I know it used to be a dress.... it's ripped and the collar is crooked. I only have one sleeve and that's flattened.
A sharp pain that wasn't there before shoots throughout my chest. My dress turns from snug on my body to sticky. I look down and blood fills the front of it.
I feel somewhat of a carving sensation.
Then I feel it hit bone. I scream. My heart is suddenly ripped from my body and I fall.
"I'm sorry...." the voice whispers
I forgive the voice. Grateful it's taking me away, giving me the relive i have yearned for some time. I just as my eyes close and darkness swallows me whole.
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Hell bent (short stories)
De TodoHell bent is a collection of stories that I wrote MYSELF. They, of course are not perfect. But I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. :)
