untitled - by megan - firstname.lastname@example.org
"Trapped in this........this.......this empty space. This empty hole, I
feel lost. Alone. There are noises all around me. Voices. They're
screaming. I can’t make out the words. I want to help them but I can’t. I
don’t know what they want. I’m
scared. Terrified. Someone is running around me. I can’t see their face. This
scares me. They’re trying to grab me. Their fingers scrape my clothes, my
skin. Drops of blood escape from my wounds they are making. Pain rips through
my body. I turn to see what has caused this but my vision isn’t any longer
clear. I feel like I'm falling, falling, falling. Nothing is there to grip.
Falling, falling, falling. I try to scream but I can't. I'm mute. The dark
becomes darker as I continue to fall. Suddenly, a bright light blinds me.
Pain once more rips through my body as I hit hard against a white floor. The
place I'm in now is all white. Pure, innocent white. I look around seeing a
mirror to my left. I'm dressed in black. Dark black clothes. A trickle of
blood runs down from my mouth, hitting the white floor. Staining it, making
it impure and dirty. Blood escapes from all my wounds. My arms and legs are
torn. They hurt so much. My eyes are not the soft bright blue eyes I once
knew. They are now black as coal, shadows waving under them. My hair is no
longer gentle blonde. It is now black. As black as my eyes. I turn from my
figure, terrified of what I see. As I stand, I spin. This place seems to have
no end. It's so quite. Almost peaceful. Yet, I can't help but feel terror.
Something doesn't seem right. I notice a small cabinet against the wall. I
have sudden urge to open it to see what's inside. The sound of my footsteps
echoes through the room. When I reach for the handle of the cabinet, I turn
once more to make sure no one is around. I open the door and black reaches
out and tries to grab me. I fall back trying to crawl away. My pulse
quickens. Suddenly the door closes and the dark disappears. I stare at it,
wondering what caused it to close back. I turn to see a table in the middle
of the room. This table was not there before. I wonder how it got there.
There is a vase on the table. In this vase is a dozen white roses. White as
the room. Innocent, pure roses. Something catches my eye. As I approach the
table I notice a red rose in the middle of all the white ones. I reach out to
touch it. I pull my hand away due to the feeling of wetness, warmness. My
hand is know red. Deep dark red. The rose is bleeding. It is bleeding on the
white roses. They are being stained by the blood. The pure, innocent white
roses are being killed by the
the red blood. The deep dark red blood. I gasp from the horror. Pain rips
through my side. When I look down to see the case, I notice a dagger. Blood
is seeping from my side to the floor, making it as red as bricks. A puddle of
blood is forming at my feet. I feel as if I'm dying. I try to run somewhere,
anywhere, but I slip in my blood. I fall to the floor, but the floor doesn't
catch me. Once more I begin to fall. I don't know where I'm going and I'm
scared. Falling, falling, falling.............."
I open my eyes, and smile. I can tell by the faces of the people around
me are confused. I can see the questions burning in their minds. I stand up
"Good day to you all."
I walk out slowly, calmly. They let me go. My friend approaches me as I
exit the building.
“How'd it go Meg?”
I smile. “They'll have nightmares for months.”
He smiles as we walk to the car in our black wear. Our deep coal black
wear. I hear my name being called from the building I have left. A young girl
stares at me.
"I want you to know," she yells, "I know who you are. I know what you're
trying to do. And I won't let you." She looks close to tears.
"Young child!" I say as a smile crosses my face. "Do you?" I wink at her
through the dark black eyes. "Good day miss."
My friend and I leave the confused girl on the stairs as we climb into
the car and drive away.