Dancing in the Rain

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She followed no escape she had danger planned tonight, like playing a game of tag, or a cheetah chasing a gassel, I screamed laughing just a little but only from nurvs. I pinched my eyes close...

I pinched my eyes closed opening them from my sleep, I hated that the one I loved most hunted me down in my dreams.

I didn't know how long I'd been out there but I was in a lot of pain, I felt as stiff as a statue when I looked down to see the creature who made sure his food hadn't ran away was, it's split snake like tongue almost touches my face I scurried to my shelter spot tripping and getting slivers more than once.
I unwrapped a little of my middle clothing to see very defined bony and ugly ribs...
Rapping back up I knew I needed food I was weak and fragile so I needed to regain any strength I had and search for food when I am capable I wouldn't mind getting a new place either My hot dog friend is getting kind of tiresome...
I wait till the creature leaves before I fall asleep again knowing what tommarow would bring...

I ran up the hill panting sweat dripping from my brow, she was falling behind till she found her new victim to play tag with... she now follows a boy with dark brown hair about my age and tan skin when I realize who it is I scream out to her, he is breathing heavy about to pass out he is 6.5 and the height doesn't give him any advantage it only slows his pace and threatens his durability. I yell again " this Is our game do not drag innocent people into it I yell." She stops as if deciding the next decision she makes very carefully. Along with it the boy turns to me weight on his knees as he tries to catch a breath I freeze, he was my best friend and I couldn't lose him no, he and my older brother tought me all I know about servival... in a seriousness I mumbled to myself and her
' okay semi innocent people...' I was dumb I should have known to shut my mouth but no she picked up her pace pushing him to the ground throwing a heavy rock at his stomach he yellep screaming help as his voice broke in the end. I cried as in unison the clouds above colored my body in heavy downpour...

I wake up sweat lining every inch of my body, I laugh as it starts to sprinkle turning into a good steady pace  of pouring my hands rising from my sides I try to scoop some up.
I have a strong pull of emotion forcing me to be Going down my ladder and to the growned.
The pitter patter and all make its own music I didn't know what was happening to me but it felt right I stepped on the 7th stone and started to dance, I didn't care about looking stupid but I had brought all my emotions
Fear, joy, sadness into the floor letting it all flow out.
I danced till it fell dark and the rain had slowed fear striking me when I relized that the dog whom made its goal to exterminate me, the dog whom tracked me days on end, yes that dog would be here soon... but looking around I saw two things one a berry bush the other the fearsome hot dog... what would it be, two differant types of death...
I stood my place too scared to even move I couldn't breath I couldn't flinch I was terrified of this visitor.
I started backing up till I was at a steady run I brushed across the berries crawling up the tree as quick as I could the stupid beast at my heals...

Okay maybe not stupid but it sure was scary. I didn't stop climbing though I wanted to get as far away from that thing possible, how could I let my guard down like that!? I was so stupid. A tear slipped from my eye as I forcibly held my mouth shut as I tried to swallow the scream threatening to escape my lips...
I wanted to wake up and see it was all a nightmare it all felt so real how could it not be, I felt the pain the drowning everything the heat and the stench of its breath even!!!
The creature had a smile plastered on its face and let out a hiyena like cackle, I looked for trees nearby maybe I could leap my way to home?
Home so sad I now call a survival shack a home, who would've thought...
The trees were all at least 9 feet away from each other I would fall, die, and become a pancake for the hotdog to feast on.
What options though did this sickening harsh life give me though, not enough.

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