The last of the day’s light is quickly fading, slipping under the silhouette of trees looming over the ground. Not much is visible in this darkness. I peak up from my journal to glance out the window. The gleam of a headlight flickers past from the road beyond the tree line. A wisp of autumn air enters. I shiver. It’s not the type of chill that a jacket can fix- nothing of that sort.
Here it comes.
I tighten the grip on my pencil, so much that my palms become damp from sweat. I don’t know what to except this time. I don’t want to see what’s coming. I concentrate and try my best tUntitled Part 2o prevent it… but the vision enters still…
I’m running. From what, I do not know. Something is in my arms. A child- My child. I will protect this baby, no matter what. I hear a man’s voice screaming from behind. “She’s my daughter as much as she is yours. Even if I have to kill you, I will be a father to my child.” My mind races. I have to keep this cruel man away from my daughter. I have to keep running. Faster. Faster! Everything is blurring around me. My lungs are bursting and my vision is failing. My ears ring with the pounding of my own heart. Faster, I must go faster. He’s gaining on me. He’s coming. No. He’s going to catch up! I can’t let him! I don’t want to die!!
Then everything’s goes black.
I let my pencil drop on the page and stare at the scenario I have just written. However, this is no fiction. This isn’t a telling of a tale that happened years ago. What I just recorded occurred at the very instant the words came on to the page.
No. I did not cause this occurrence. I did not conjure this twisted story into existence. However, I was able to see threw this woman’s eyes; able to experience her pain as my own.
It’s my “gift”. At least that’s what most would say. It’s more of a curse. Just as life isn’t some fairytale, neither is this book. So don’t pick it up expecting “once upon a times” and “Happy endings” In my world those don’t exist. So if you want a something of that sort, put this book down. Put it down and find another. But, if you choose to read this story, if you’re brave enough to read my story… continue onward.
