The fury of the storm died down to a dull roar.
Things have not been resolved, she has only succumbed to the cruelty that is fate.
Cast aside, like an old rag doll who's owner tired of her and tossed her out.
Laying in the corner, she lay limp and wondered "what now"
Everytime she opened her eyes the dawn seemed even farther than when it started.
Hope dwindling to nothing, faster and faster she fell till it seemed to never end.
But, in the advancing darkness she heard a voice.
Like bells chiming in the breeze, it was distant but there nonetheless.
"Anytime you feel you cant hold on, when the darkness gets darker,close your eyes and I'll be there."
But even as those words were spoken, a shadow fell across the floor.
In the distance, thunder rumbled and lightening flashed across the inky sky.
Fear threatend to choke her, chills racing up her spine.
Should she try and run or stand her ground and face her demon?
Door pounding and walls shaking, she shrank back as the door slowly creaked it's way open.
His shadow filled the small empty room like a giant standing in a closet.
Overwhelming and terrifying, he stood there. Quiet. Waiting.
She tried to blend into the walls, hoping against hopes that she could melt into the floor.
Or perhaps he would forget his intent and turn around.
Advancing with the silence and determination of a predatory animal, he came.
Closer and closer until she could feel the fetid breath on her face, hear the ragged breathing.
"Dont even try and fight me. You know you won't win"
With those words uttered, she felt the fight in her start to wane.
She began to weaken, her defenses crumbled with those few words.
He laughed as he saw the surrender in her face, in the subtle way her shoulders slumped.
"Dont you dare give up!" Once again she heard the bells somewhere in the distance.
She felt a soft tug at her arm but when she looked there was nothing there.
She closed her eyes and focused on the voice that had become comforting in these dark days.
"I told you I'd be there whenever you needed me"
And with that, things shifted and she felt a warmth spread through her like nothing she had felt before.
Invisible arms lifted her from her haphazard position on the floor and stood her on her feet.
Moving as if in slow motion, her demon stepped back as if shocked at her sudden transformation.
She looked him straight in the eye, saying not a word. She didn't need to. It was all in her face.
A thousand emotions fleeting through her eyes, she stood her ground even as he advanced.
But this time she had the strength to do what she needed to survive.
She reached out and he stopped as if invisible strings were attached.
"No." Only one word uttered and that's all it took.
The look in her eyes made him stop and for a brief second, fear crossed his beer fogged eyes.
"You won't get away with this, one of these times you wont expect it and I'll be there" but even as he spoke those words, he was retreating from the room.
There was no heat in his words. They were empty, meant to scare.
But this time she wasnt afraid. She had time and love on her side.
Something he had long forgotten, it had been too long in his beer soaked years that he couldnt begin to recover.
Footsteps retreated out the door and down the hallway. Silent as if afraid of making a wrong sound.
Opening her now closed eyes, she looked up into a shining face.
A face filled with love and nothing but kindness for her angel in waiting.
*Ok, I know the ending was a little off but I think it's a good ending for it. At least for now, maybe I'll think of something else to end it with. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think? Cass*
Sunday, November 12, 2006
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4 comments:
I liked this one, but I'm sure you understand why I hated it at the same time. But it's not because of how you wrote it but.. well, you know. No need to let everyone in the land of Blog know, too. But yes, I of course am a big fan of your writing, as I am sure you know by now. And if you didn't know that already, shame on you! Tata for now, ms. Maniacal.
I kinda like this one too. Like if I tried to imagine it (like I would want to) I could see it clearly. It sounds like I'm tooting my own horn but that's how it feels. I dont really like having people talk in things I write though,I'm not sure why. I started out writing this for somebody but for some reason bits of it are parts that come from my own memories. Obviously that's what writing is about right? Putting pieces of yourself into your work. That's what makes it unique. Duh lol.. I can hear the collective groans.. "is she really that slow?" Lol. I know why you didnt like it.. but I wont let on.. Love you!!
I know exactly what you mean about being able to "see it". When I wrote those couple weird pieces on my blog of the one-sided dialogues, I just "saw" a conversation in my head, so I wrote it down. Of course, mine don't make any sense at all, but they felt right. My type of writing is completely nonsensical, though. Just my style. Toot toot on your horn, though, cause it's just me, after all. If you can't be proud of your work to me, who can you?
Yeah, they are pretty funny.. especially the one with the chippermunker in it.
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