Away from me.

A story that popped into my head.

I feel uneasy today as I hop out of bed stretching my hands to the sky. I don't know why but today I feel like I am going to die. As if my life were fading away with each passing moment. Please god help me today for I feel like I am going o die. I thought pleading with all my might, with all my strength with in me. I got down on my knees and prayed. Even though I am a nonbeliever in any god what-so-ever I thought it was the right thing to do. I got up and headed down stairs. It was empty just like I feel today empty yet filled with fear. It was a strange feeling I had that washed over me I felt like I was losing my self...Falling in an everlasting darkness...Falling into an unknown abyss....Falling that's all I feel like I am flying in a dream until I fall suddenly falling no where special just falling. I run outside into the night air the cold washes over me as tears fall. I felt hurt for some reason but why? And why is it dark outside? Why this and why that questions pop left and right voices getting louder and louder and more questions pop into my head as I fall to the ground holding my head shaking violently left and right. I get up and run into the forest of the night into my death trap holding my head again shaking violently crying my eyes out. I stop right there in the middle of a clearing light pouring into the field a lake shimmering glowing brightly I jump into the water the cold washes over me as the voices get louder and louder. I looked up at the sky....Twisted metal, reaching for the blackened sky, looked like a tragic forest. I swim up and drag myself to shore I realize I was right in front of a burning building surrounded by burning trees. Bits of glass were strewn across it's forest floor and smoke was rising in thick and black clouds. I run and run but I can't find my way out of this forbidden woodland. I feel a sharp pain in my left leg as I make a feeble attempt at hobbling towards safety. It's unbearable and I soon fall to the ground in surrender. I can hear voices searching for survivors, but I know my own is to weak to function. So I close m eyes and surrender to death as it grips me and holds me down suffocating me to I no longer felt myself. But my last memory before I went was the killer who was chasing me who started this whole thing. Driving me into the brink of insanity...It was his fault, his fault. He burned my precious hiding place he knew where I was he was only jealous cause I dumped him and began immediately was dating the only one I truly loved. I broke up with him that is why he is doing such a fool he was chasing after dreams that will only turn into nightmares. I stared into his face as it faded away his perfect blue-icy eyes..The eyes of a killer. His sandy-brown hair in a complete mess his face screwed into a permanent scowl.
I awake in a flash cold sweat falling down my face as I gasp for air. I fell down onto the floor and cried. I knew I wasn't going out today or any day for a while...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jolyrose]

It was interesting how many images jumped into my head when I read this. First, it sounds like someone having an anxiety attack, or perhaps actually physically ill. Then, the imagery changes and maybe they are a victim of a plane or train accident, disoriented by everything. Then being murdered... Which, yes, hello, fear. Then to find that it was a dream. My heart would pound. I really enjoyed it.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

lol... random...

HAHA! This was a neat story. ^^ Very chilling and entertaining. The narrator's frantic thoughts really built up that bit of suspense that just kept me reading. The ending was slightly relieving and it made a lot of sense: only in your dreams, do you have those terrible senses of death. :P You seemed to capture that excellently. ^^

As for structure, not much I can say, but I can tell you that you used very interesting... uh... figurative language, I guess I can say. Very creative. :)

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[Adela Muresan]

How well you express the darkness in love's absence.
The killing sadness reflects beauty of soul, and the imagery is *****.

A.M.