Deceived freedom ~

He's coming for me, it's not a joke anymore. My adrenaline is rising i know this isn't good, i can't help myself or her, my best friend, whom i ever so forcefully brought into my world, my own world full of darkness. There's no way to escape him anymore, it's too late. He can smell me from a mile away my blood, my sweat, my terror, my fear, and the worst part is that she's still asleep on the couch beside me, unknown of what crisis we are encaged in. The one crisis that was always my first prayer, Death ! well it's here know. This is exactly what i wanted to be killed crying in pain and screaming for help in agony, but then why is it like this ? why am i so terrified. There's maybe a way out of here, this dungeon typed room, maybe i should try once more and at least get her out of here, safely because if it wasn't for me ...Oh there see again 'because of me ' everything is because of me. I'm always the one to cause problems and difficulties for everyone. Why can't i just be normal, like the others? i started walking to the door trying to unlock the jarred portal to freedom in that evil world. Oh f***, there's a knock on the door, that must be him. Elona's asleep and ....He's here for me!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

The way I read this, death is at the door and the sleeping best friend is actually the physical manifestation of the narrator. In short, there's only one character here. That's what makes this intriguing, since it's written as if there are three in this situation. The way you write is crazy-making . . . nicely tangled phrases blurted out with a breathless scared sensation. You're really setting a spooky scene & I'm left still wanting to see how this continues on. But it's also good to end it the way you did (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fatima]

Thanks so much once again Margie and I love your insight , could be.