Walking Into The LightA Story by HannahI was hypnotized by the flashing colorful screen that
painted the room brightly casting large black intimidating shadows to erupt
from the furniture. The soft murmur of the television pierced the
chilling silence as I curled up on the old, destroyed sofa nestling my head in
a comfortable pillow. It portrayed an image of my older sister and I as young children giggling as we playfully stumbled through a bright playground. The sky was a baby blue blanket speckled with tiny clouds a light breeze carefully caressing the trees causing their branches to dance gracefully as they swayed. The atmosphere was cheerful and my young face was glowing with happiness as I was at that age when I was naive and unaware of the dangers that tarnished the world. The feeling that was trapped in my mind returned as I felt as if something was wrong. Then I realized. No one was filming us that day. The images that were displayed were like someone’s memories. As if someone was watching us that day. The scenes started to change rapidly swiftly passing through the stages off my life. Random events such as walking to school, eating or with friends were amongst this mysterious and frightful slide show. Panic consumed me as my mind became manipulated by the thoughts of fear and death. I wanted to scream I wanted to run, but my body was immobile as I was petrified my body completely numb. My eyes began to sting as small salty tears gently rolled down my hot face as I discovered I couldn’t close my eyes. I sat shivering my body rippling with violent shudders my breathing intensified and my heart threatening to burst out of my chest. ‘Mu-u-um’ I stammered my voice stunned me as it sounded like a inaudible croak. ‘He-e-e-lp.’ I was about to emit a blood curdling scream my voice begging to be heard, my mind begging to be saved when . . It stopped. The television resumed its normal state the room ringing with a painful silence. I gradually curled myself into a ball recovering as the feeling of death released its tight grasp on me. I sighed in relief discovering comfort in the dark. A few minutes past and I waited patiently in for my Mum to return. I thought it was all over . . Suddenly a deafening demonic roar shock the house as it echoed through the hallways causing glassware to smash into pieces on the floor. My scream pierced the air as I clawed the floor hysterically. ‘F**K OFF!’ I screamed attempting to appear brave. The television turned on for what I hoped was the last time exposing a picture of my lounge. It was hardly visible as the room was dark lightly light by the glow of the T.V. I saw a feeble looking person shivering on the floor staring at the television. No it can’t be. No NO NO! It was me this was happening now! The angle of the shot made it obvious that whoever was watching me ws behind me standing at the door. The picture grew larger as I realized whoever it was coming closer. Now the picture only showed my head as I felt deep heavy warm breathing on my neck. A low growl escaped from the lips of the thing towering behind me. The breathing lingered brushing my hair as I sat frozen waiting for the moment my neck would be snapped. Then it stopped as the television flickered off. . . . WHOOOOOSH A large object raced past me in a blur narrowly missing my head and crashing into the glass table sending shards of glass to spray across the room slicing my skin. WHAT WAS THAT? I dragged myself towards the object that was brutally thrown across the room. It was a body. . I nudged the still corpse so it rolled on its back. The eyes had been clawed out leaving empty sockets that were spilling blood which almost made the face unrecognizable. But I would always be able to tell who this was. My Mum lay dead in my hands her body ripped clawed and ruined. I sobbed hysterically burying my head in my mother’s chest. Who would do this? No, what would do this? ‘AAAAAAAAAAH!’ BAM!! I was powerfully thrown into the air by an invisible attacker slamming the ceiling causing tiles to collapse. I felt strong claw like hands grab my hands and feet. The demon began to rip me slowly and painfully torturing me to until my heart would beat for the last time. My screaming continued as I thrashed about still not determined to give up and watch myself slowly be torn. ‘Katie.’ A soft angelic voice whispered in my ear. ‘Stop, join me.’ ‘Mum?’ I uttered into the darkness. The demon grunted a reply as it clawed of my fingers still firmly holding my wrists. ‘Yes Katie stop fighting it will be fine this life you will enter is better than before.’ My Mothers slightly transparent beautiful young face appeared before me all her imperfections removed. ‘Yes.’ I managed to reply and used my last strength to reach out for her hand. A strong feeling overpowered me. An amazing feeling that I had never experienced before. I felt calm, peaceful and healthy. My inner energy burning releasing a intense light to explode from my body. So this is what dying felt like . . I forced myself to grab my mother’s hand which began to softly glow that soon increased in brightness until it blinded my vision. Wow . . I really was walking into the light. © 2012 HannahReviews
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Added on March 11, 2011Last Updated on January 27, 2012 AuthorHannahAboutHannah, 15. New Zealand. I'd love anyone to review my poems I really aprreciate it, thanks. :) more..Writing
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