Open My Eyes

Open My Eyes

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EXCERPT: As I ran all I could hear was the thumping of my feet on the frozen ground and the heavy breathing of the beast behind me.  I urged my legs to go faster but it was hopeless. The ear splitting scream that came from behind only guaranteed that I was going to die. I don’t know where it came from but a sudden burst of energy had my legs pumping faster than I would have thought humanly possible.  I saw the opening to this horrible cave.  I was almost there about three meters to go when my foot caught a crevice and I fell. I turned around and look at the monster that was chasing me. It was covered in black hair with patches missing. He had blood lust in his eyes. His teeth were sharp like fangs and were dripping thick black goo.  Every time he exhaled I could smell his putrid breath. It was distinct, like sulfur and decay. This was my end. The monster took his talon like claws and swiped across my stomach, causing it to rip open. He then picked me up just to throw my limp body against the frozen wall of the cave. I saw spots then everything went black.   I awoke with a gasp and shot up in bed.” Just a dream,” I told myself, ”just a dream,” but deep down I knew this was more than just a reoccurring nightmare this was my future.   
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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