Beneath the Sand

Beneath the Sand

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*Warning, this is NOT a fanfiction. It's just a random story that I made up.* Running across endless beach, ignoring the numb tingling in my feet as they sink slightly into the sand with every light step. That's how it normally is on Friday evenings, but this time I'm running for a reason. The fog has rolled in thickly, but I can see where my feet are landing, so it isn't relevant. I scarcely notice that my thin dress is in tatters, flapping loosely around my frail body, and that the should-be-jarring cold just energizes me. I shrug off the fact that my hands are covered in blood. Blood that isn't my own. Because nothing matters anymore, I'm free now.
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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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