Running Further…

It’s dark.

I can barely see anything beyond the flickering light of the static of the TV; a dim light seeps in through the glass on the old fashion door and the curtains shut the rest of the world out. Besides the muffled voices from behind the closed door, there is only silence. Just silence and me. My heavy eye lids are struggling to remain open, so I let them shut slowly, as the quiet atmosphere slowly induces me into slumber… but suddenly a sniggering can be heard, my eyes shoot open and I examine the darkness around me… something shuffles, several things shuffle, a chuckle echoes – a cold icy hand abruptly grips my leg and begins forcing me to the ground which is melting into thick, gloopy black liquid beneath me. I scream, yet nothing manages to escape my lips. What the hell, what the hell. No. No. No! I grab at every piece of furniture, but my grip is hopeless against the grip of the hands which is crushing my bones. I kick at it with my other leg, and as I do… a fate even worse befalls upon me…

A million hands come stretching in from the darkness, grabbing at me, yanking me, there’s laughter, chuckling, deep and menacing. I scream but my voice remains stifled, my body feels heavy and then numb as each hand leaves black ink on every inch of it. And… I feel nothing, not fear, not despair, nothing. Tears stream down my eyes but my eyes feel glazed over with emptiness. My hollow corpse gets dragged into the ground and everything fades to an abyss…

 

A white light shines down on me; I squint at the whiteness that surrounds me and goes on as far as my eye can see. Where am I? I find myself in a plain white sun dress, the skin on my legs and arms bare. The air is crisp and cold, fresh almost. I breathe out a wisp of mist when I hear familiar giggling. I turn to see my friends standing behind me smiling playfully, and I can’t help but stare back at them. One of my friends step forward, she brings out her hand towards me invitingly, and I take it gently, and as we touch, a warm sensation entices my body, I’m safe now right? I let out a heavy breath and squeeze her hand; my lips somehow curve into a smile. My friend suddenly lets go of my hand and points towards me, the rest of them do the same. I blink confused, their faces are nonchalant and blank then a shadow falls upon me, I look up and see what looks like white roses coming flooding down towards me like rain from a storm. They come down on me, their soft petals grazing my skin, I close my eyes and hold out my arms and embrace the shower. My friends are laughing with me as they stare in awe at the strange beauty of it all. I open my eyes and grin back at them, however something in the atmosphere changes…

A strange sick feeling swims up from my stomach to my throat, and I gag and cough. What’s happening?

I look down in horror as I realise the flowers have withered and turned brown and sharp thorns hail down on me and pierce my skin, I yelp out in pain! My friends are laughing louder, harder than before; a patronizing smile sweeps their faces. Stop it… Stop it! Stop! I stumble backwards and trip, falling hard on my bottom; I wince in pain and gasp when I see that I am covered in the black soot again. I stumble to my feet; whilst their laughs continue to echo onwards; I stare at them bewildered, hurt and confused. I back away slowly, but their laughs continue to increase in volume. I sob as I feel the urge to throw up, feel the sadness envelope me, and feel the loneliness suffocate me. I turn and run, and I run, and I don’t look back. My cuts and wounds open wider but I don’t stop, they won’t stop. None of it ceases even as I run further back into the depths of the abyss…

And I never stopped running…

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