I Thought You Were My Savior

My body feels weak.

The dryness in my mouth is like a desert.

 Although I feel water beneath me, my mouth won’t move an inch towards it.

I hear rustling inside this black hole.

The sound of footsteps drawing near sends confusion coursing through my mind.

Who could this person be?

How did they find me?

I try to open my eyes, to talk, to do anything to show I am alive.

But, the signs never appear.

 I feel lips on my cheek as I hear you speak.

The silky voice sends memories shooting through my mind.

Aria.

I feel my heart rate jolt.

I try to scream, “Aria! I’m alive!”

But, of course, the words never escape my lips.

I hear the splashing of water and I hear you grow farther away.

“No! Please don’t go. Please,” I try to say.

Whatever hope that was still in my heart was just shattered like glass falling on concrete.

 Wait, Aria wouldn’t leave me.

She went to get help!

I will be saved before the next day’s sun shows its light.

Thank you, Aria.

 I owe you my life.

***

The rage inside of me is almost too much to bear.

The boiling fury inside my body is lava erupting from a volcano.

Aria never came back.

She left me in this well to rot.

 I can’t seem to get away from the darkness of this never ending nightmare.

Only one question sears in my mind.

Why?

How could my best friend do this to me?

When I get out I will go after her.

I will uncover the impossible way to escape this hell.

I’m coming, Aria.

I’m coming.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Soulful, ominous, thoughtful, good building of tension and suspense. Excellent read.

[Brooke]

Thank you! This is a little epilogue to a short story I wrote, I'm polishing it up then posting it, so definitely check it out once I post it!