Dying Secrets
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PRELUDE
Looking down at her hands, she realized they were coated with
bright red blood, and wiped them on her nightgown. The blood stuck to
her hands as if she never tried.
The warm tears slid down her cheeks, off her chin, and mixed with
the blood on her nightgown, smearing it. She stared at the smudges,
not really seeing them, and she stayed where she was.
Staring in the cold blue eyes, she felt another sob violently rack her
body, causing her to fall forward. When she felt the first bead of sweat
zigzag down her back like icy fingers, it made her shutter against the
chill of the air, and she knew she should get out, but couldn’t.
Running her hands through the blonde hair, she memorized the feel
of it, then stared one last time at the face that had been everything to
her.
When she heard someone coming, she shielded herself against the
intrusion. This was her good bye, and no one had a right to interrupt.
As she stood to lock the door, she realized it was too late. He was
already there. When he tried to grab her, she fled, and never looked
back.
Thrashing wildly, she opened her eyes, breathing quickly. Her heart
thundered in her chest, as she sat up. The blankets were twisted
around her, and her hands felt slimy in the darkness of the room.
Quickly untwisting herself, she reached for the lamp. It wasn’t there.
Flinging her feet over the side of the bed, she stumbled blindly to the
door. It wouldn’t open, and she no longer cared.
When she heard screaming, she realized the sound was coming
from her, and echoed the same sound a wounded animal would make.
As she slid to the floor, the coolness of the tiles soothed her cheeks.
Closing her eyes again, she gave up the fight, and let the nightmare get
her.
Looking down at her hands, she realized they were coated with
bright red blood, and wiped them on her nightgown. The blood stuck to
her hands as if she never tried.
The warm tears slid down her cheeks, off her chin, and mixed with
the blood on her nightgown, smearing it. She stared at the smudges,
not really seeing them, and she stayed where she was.
Staring in the cold blue eyes, she felt another sob violently rack her
body, causing her to fall forward. When she felt the first bead of sweat
zigzag down her back like icy fingers, it made her shutter against the
chill of the air, and she knew she should get out, but couldn’t.
Running her hands through the blonde hair, she memorized the feel
of it, then stared one last time at the face that had been everything to
her.
When she heard someone coming, she shielded herself against the
intrusion. This was her good bye, and no one had a right to interrupt.
As she stood to lock the door, she realized it was too late. He was
already there. When he tried to grab her, she fled, and never looked
back.
Thrashing wildly, she opened her eyes, breathing quickly. Her heart
thundered in her chest, as she sat up. The blankets were twisted
around her, and her hands felt slimy in the darkness of the room.
Quickly untwisting herself, she reached for the lamp. It wasn’t there.
Flinging her feet over the side of the bed, she stumbled blindly to the
door. It wouldn’t open, and she no longer cared.
When she heard screaming, she realized the sound was coming
from her, and echoed the same sound a wounded animal would make.
As she slid to the floor, the coolness of the tiles soothed her cheeks.
Closing her eyes again, she gave up the fight, and let the nightmare get
her.