Here Lie's The Truth

Here Lie's The Truth

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"I told you to leave me alone." I said firmly, to the guy standing in front of me. And some how I had ended up in the damp dark dead end ally behind the town supermarket. And my gut was telling me to find a way to get the hell out of there. "But I can't not untill you give me the book." I had never been more clueless in my life. What book was he talking about? I had no book with me. This guy has to be mental. "Hey I'm sorry, but I have no clue what book you are talking about." I said trying not to let fear seep into my voice as he slowly aproched me. I was cornered. "Fine if you won't give me the book then I'll take it by force." Out of know where the man lunged for me grabbing me around the waist. My body hit the hard pavement with a loud smack. Befor I could recover the guy was on top of me with his hands around my thought. It did not matter how hard I thrashed my arms and legs he had me pinned. My vision started to go black around the eyes I tried to take a breath but no know avail. The last thing I saw was the guys devilish grin plastered across his face befor I blacked out. This was the end for me or so I thought......
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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