Post by silent.lullaby on May 17, 2009 22:39:59 GMT -5
Left, right, left, right, my feet keep hitting the ground but don’t stay there long, I look back my mid-length red hair flipping over my shoulder, my hazel eyes sorting the trees from the moss covered rocks. I can’t tell if I’m still being followed but I have to keep my eyes ahead, I jump over the uplifted roots of fallen trees, cut through ferns like nothing. The air is cold, my lungs burn, my legs itch from the denim rubbing against my cool skin. Don’t stop! I tell myself, just one foot in front of the other, left right, left, right.
My lungs want to give up on me, but I won’t allow myself to stop, I force the next step, and the next through sheer willpower alone. By all means momentum helped a lot, for without it I would have probably collapsed to the ground unable to make my legs work again.
Fear ran through me, like when you’ve finished watching a scary movie and then someone steps out of the dark and a wave of terror sends a shiver down your spine that triggers the fight of flight response. This fear was kind of like that, fear mixed like a cocktail, 3 parts the unknown, 2 parts sinister surroundings, mixed with confusion and chilled.
I take a look back and she stands there, hideous, I can see the back of a mask in her hand, I wish she would put it on. Not even a Halloween mask could frighten me more than her face, the skin seemed to have been pulled off the muscle and just scabbed over.
My fear ices over my legs freezing them in place I can’t move, I’m stuck watching. I’m in her territory. She starts to walk toward me before she fades and appears inches from my face, I let out a shocked scream. My breathing is hard from the run, my heart though pounds in panic. Fight of flight, neither can kick in, I’m frozen in fear.
She tilts her head to the side and her mouth contorts to a twisted smile as she looks at me through hazel eyes that tears up and bubbles over before falling down her grotesque face. Her lower lip quivers as the tears keep falling, I turn away and she cries out in anger grabbing my face and forces me to look. Tears keep falling. Never ending, they just keep building before they fall. “You aren’t strong,” she says to me, the words echoing through my head, “admit it, you haven’t been for a long time. Back down, break down.”
I can’t stand to look at her, to hear her say those things, to see the tears run down her face. I turn away again. Her rage grabs my chin and forces me to look at her, she doesn’t let go, “you are weak, you won’t amount to anything. Plagued with such horrible indecisiveness, back down, break down!”
My body jerks away from her like my body has finally snapped to it’s senses, “screw off!” I yell angrily, her head is down, red hair covers her face, her hands clenched in fist at her sides, just like mine to my own sides. We stand like that for a moment I take a step back slowly, she does the same. I take another step, she does the same in perfect synchronization, I raise my right arm, she mirrors me. My breathing becomes uneven as I slowly bow my head before raising it, she mimics this as well. Her twisted raged smile, mascara tear stains on her face… my face.
I jolt awake in the dark, panting, my body twisted in sheets. I calm myself, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The other side of me I try so hard to keep under wraps, the side that has weakness, the side that cries, or thrashes out in anger. The one that lashes out at those who care, the one that is so indecisive about her life that she feels pained by it.
Calm down, I think to myself, she can only hurt you in your dreams. Yet I sit there wanting to cry, reach out for something to protect me, my pride stops me, tells me to get it together. I listen and turn on the light, my image smiles back at me, a twisted smile. I snap my eyes shut and take a deep breath before opening them. The mirror reflects me, sitting tangled in sheets, messed up hair and sweaty.
My other side holds me in a choke hold, traps my feelings, my emotions, my very soul. I untangle myself and lay back down, go back to sleep. I close my eyes, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
This was done to a writing prompt of 'who owns your soul' about a year ago I'd guess... I was going through a bit of a rough patch in my life and no one was harder on me than me. Anyways, it's on Quizilla, but I thought I'd post it here too.
My lungs want to give up on me, but I won’t allow myself to stop, I force the next step, and the next through sheer willpower alone. By all means momentum helped a lot, for without it I would have probably collapsed to the ground unable to make my legs work again.
Fear ran through me, like when you’ve finished watching a scary movie and then someone steps out of the dark and a wave of terror sends a shiver down your spine that triggers the fight of flight response. This fear was kind of like that, fear mixed like a cocktail, 3 parts the unknown, 2 parts sinister surroundings, mixed with confusion and chilled.
I take a look back and she stands there, hideous, I can see the back of a mask in her hand, I wish she would put it on. Not even a Halloween mask could frighten me more than her face, the skin seemed to have been pulled off the muscle and just scabbed over.
My fear ices over my legs freezing them in place I can’t move, I’m stuck watching. I’m in her territory. She starts to walk toward me before she fades and appears inches from my face, I let out a shocked scream. My breathing is hard from the run, my heart though pounds in panic. Fight of flight, neither can kick in, I’m frozen in fear.
She tilts her head to the side and her mouth contorts to a twisted smile as she looks at me through hazel eyes that tears up and bubbles over before falling down her grotesque face. Her lower lip quivers as the tears keep falling, I turn away and she cries out in anger grabbing my face and forces me to look. Tears keep falling. Never ending, they just keep building before they fall. “You aren’t strong,” she says to me, the words echoing through my head, “admit it, you haven’t been for a long time. Back down, break down.”
I can’t stand to look at her, to hear her say those things, to see the tears run down her face. I turn away again. Her rage grabs my chin and forces me to look at her, she doesn’t let go, “you are weak, you won’t amount to anything. Plagued with such horrible indecisiveness, back down, break down!”
My body jerks away from her like my body has finally snapped to it’s senses, “screw off!” I yell angrily, her head is down, red hair covers her face, her hands clenched in fist at her sides, just like mine to my own sides. We stand like that for a moment I take a step back slowly, she does the same. I take another step, she does the same in perfect synchronization, I raise my right arm, she mirrors me. My breathing becomes uneven as I slowly bow my head before raising it, she mimics this as well. Her twisted raged smile, mascara tear stains on her face… my face.
I jolt awake in the dark, panting, my body twisted in sheets. I calm myself, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The other side of me I try so hard to keep under wraps, the side that has weakness, the side that cries, or thrashes out in anger. The one that lashes out at those who care, the one that is so indecisive about her life that she feels pained by it.
Calm down, I think to myself, she can only hurt you in your dreams. Yet I sit there wanting to cry, reach out for something to protect me, my pride stops me, tells me to get it together. I listen and turn on the light, my image smiles back at me, a twisted smile. I snap my eyes shut and take a deep breath before opening them. The mirror reflects me, sitting tangled in sheets, messed up hair and sweaty.
My other side holds me in a choke hold, traps my feelings, my emotions, my very soul. I untangle myself and lay back down, go back to sleep. I close my eyes, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
This was done to a writing prompt of 'who owns your soul' about a year ago I'd guess... I was going through a bit of a rough patch in my life and no one was harder on me than me. Anyways, it's on Quizilla, but I thought I'd post it here too.