The feeling of dread comes over me quickly. I can feel every inch of my body tensing, making my breath shallow. Pressure from the foot of the bed, heavy, slow. I tighten my eyes shut pleading in my head for everything to go away hoping as I pry the blanket over by head from the heavy cumber growing closer. My breath stops and my throat aches. Tears drowning my ear against the pillow.
With a sudden alleviation of the anguish a voice so close it vibrated on my eardrum even if it were a whisper… “Melany come…” it said with an even more sense of despair. As I look up towards the voice slowly emerging from underneath my comforter, a wisp of thickened blackness waft over the lamp on my nightstand. Darkness and a sense of relief, the sunken emptiness in its face; you felt the same in the air. However, it made me feel pleased. Should I not be scared? Thoughts just kept rushing in my head with the uncertainty of the scene before me.
Its long sleeve stretched towards me, asking me to grab. But nothing... no hand but just a sleeve. The whisper vibrates again. “Don’t fear just let go. Its… is… time…” the last word was spoken as I climbed out of bead on to the warm wooden floors. I moved with it as if every word it spoke was not just a plead for me, but as if I were Hypnotized by every word. “Take me…” it would judder with every step I took through my home. All I knew was suddenly nostalgic. From the crack that had been patched wrong on the upper corner of the popcorn ceiling, to the nook I never used even though I begged my father to make one so I can keep all my books. The white walls slowly at a haze as my eyes now go focused on the skeletal arm now flat stretched to me. The hand awkwardly held out slowly gains muscle tissue then slowly as we keep flowing though the scenes of my childhood, it gain more and more characteristics. The more I focus on it the less my surroundings seem to matter. The now full pale palm closed, and I look down onto the ground.
So tired of the tears flowing onto my chest it hurt to breath while now the wooden floors were turning marble, the walls now coated in gray. Its sunken eyes replaced with golden sadness. It moves me as slow as it is gaining its features. Was it to sooth my worries or to convince me that this was a dream so that the rooms I was passing by were not so noticeably blurred to the very last?
Small, an infant in a cradle now cried. Eyes wide and scared of the world. I caress its little knuckles, soothing myself with the little joy. A child so pink that should be filled with joy with no worry in the world. Why was I so entranced? Its face so close to mine as I leaned closer, my heart tightening with each inch. “take it.” The voice now clearer and its touch now on me.
As its head rested on mine; its hand slowly skims down my arm giving me chills while I lay her on my shoulder. Thin fingers intertwine with mine as I glace over “come…” I whisper to the little baby. I take a step back and glance back at the bassinet. Filled with anger was her mother. With a swift motion its intertwined hand spins me around making the darkness cover the scene. Cold blood was the only thing seeping between my feet before Its hand lifting my head up, its eyes reassuring, but the tightness still on my chest.
My head still spinning the dark cloak blackened more with the light surrounding us. My arms pressed around the babe I feel a small tug at her. And with that she was gone into the light. Nothing was there to see. Not even a silhouette. Still my shaken knees still locked unto place only to be stricken by darkness overbearing my surroundings and I wake with my head on the sopped pillow.
Crying all night was exhausting and I had no energy to get up. Every part of me limp I could only turn my head towards the shaded window only to find that the shade was it standing blocking the light from hitting me. “It was a long night Melany take a longer rest we shall meet again soon.” He leaned over and patted my forehead lightly and then whisked away into a wisp once again leaving me to faint slowly into my exhaustion.
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