Fallen

A confused girl whos locked in a world all her own, and a horrifying twist of an ending.

        Molly awoke from the horrifying nightmare in extraordinary panic. She held her golden face in the palms of her hands, to hold back the tears.

    

  “That day?” She questioned. “Why, do I keep having dreams about it?” She thought, stroking her gentle face. Slowly gliding her polished hands down her pure face revealing brownish, black eyes which were aching with pain.

      Softly, Molly lowered her porcelain hands away from her face to get a better look at them.

     “Oh my god!” She shouted in rage. “My hands!!!” “There are no wounds on them!” She thought to herself.

    “Is there something wrong with my face!??” Molly yelped at the top of her lungs, to the lifeless walls, figuring no one could hear the forgotten cries.

    Her palms were covered in fresh blood. The dark crimson sheen of it gleamed in the incandescent light, and began to eerily drip down to her once cheerful wrists. Frightened, she quickly reached over to her pristine white nightstand, and franticly began searching for her purple mirror which held the image of her once perfect face.

    Not bothering to sort through the mess of papers that were scattered on the nightstand's bright surface, she aggressively tore through them to find the mirror that was hidden beneath. As she grasped for the mirror, a sudden sharp pain pierced through her left hand.

   

    Startled, Molly violently jerked back, accidentally knocking over her grandma’s priceless lamp. The precious lamp dropped to the floor with a loud, frightening crash which echoed through the room. The illuminating light vanished, and threw the surrounding area into a deep, steady darkness. The last thing she had seen was the fading image of her disoriented face in the shrouded mirror.

   “Molly! Molly!” Shouted a mysterious high pitched voice. “Molly, Wake Up!” Demanded the unseen voice echoing around her darkened room.

    Suddenly, she felt a dreadful pulling at her aching arm. She struggled to move away from the unknown force, but wasn't able to fight it off. She felt the pain slowly increase, and a horrible beeping sound replaced the screaming voice, piercing Molly’s tiny ears, and slowly disappeared once again.

   “Who’s there?” Molly yelled frightened. “What did I do to deserve this!?” She demanded looking to the ceiling, while holding her newly tainted arm. “Why do I have to keep reliving the same nightmare?” She questioned the gray ceiling; even knowing it could give no response. No matter how hard she pleaded, she was utterly incapable of getting any answers. Sitting there, exhausted from the never ending screaming, she could anticipate the tears about to stream down her now horrific face.

   Her eyes were swollen now. She slowly gazed at the nightstand, abstractly hidden in the blanket of never ending darkness, and tears. Feeling persuaded by her thoughts, she swiftly shifted so she was sitting upright, and her legs were now hanging comfortably over the side of the satin colored bed. Harshly, she wiped away the fallen tears from her radiant eyes. 

  “Molly!” Said the hidden voice once more. “Mother’s here, you can wake up now.” The voice happily said.

  “Mo…mot…mother?” Molly stuttered anxiously. “But, I am awake!” She said in a hushed, confused voice. In confusion Molly quickly pressed her elegant body against the hidden nightstand. This time she was searching for an orange flashlight, which was hidden in one of its many compartments. As she was opening the top drawer of the dresser, a pair of painfully exquisite red eyes appeared dreadfully in front of her broken face. The eyes were so bright, that they filled the entire room with an enchanted, glowing light.

   Her body was tense, and her mind was restless. Panicked by the unwelcoming visit of the transparent eyes, Molly unwillingly fell onto the shards of glass aligned beside her darkened bed. She laid hopelessly on the floor of her bedroom, and she undoubtedly knew this would be her end. 

  “Mother where are you?” Molly bellowed, to the dreaming floor. Shamefully, she pulled herself to her knees, and crawled several inches from what was left of the shattered glass on her blood stained carpet. The rest of the shards were potentially jammed into Molly’s stomach, sides, and arms. She felt the warm blood from her cuts dripping continuously down the seams of her once white nightdress, and seep through her content lips. The taste of metal filled her precious mouth, and the thoughts of her mother were still targeting her.

   The beeping noise sounded again. This time it wasn’t as strong as the first time she had heard it. It had settled to a slow pulsing noise, which made her anxious to feel her heart beat. She sadly eased her injured hands to her chest, and pressed them gently against her tattered body. The noise and her heart beat were identical, and they were both slowing at a similar pace. Seconds later, she heard her mother’s cries surround the room once more.

   “Doctor! Look at Molly’s heart rate, it’s beginning to slow quickly, and I'm not able to wake her… Will she be alright?” She questioned in a frantic voice, continuously asking the doctor to check the heart monitor.

   Meanwhile, Molly was lying on the floor of what was her supposed room. She heard every word of the horrified yelling, and felt the movement of the panicked doctor’s trying to navigate around her terrified mother trying to get to where her daughter laid.

   She lowered her head slowly to the blood stained carpet closing her eyes, and the dream flashed into her memory again. It was clearer this time. How a red car, pulled out in front of her father’s car. She heard the skidding of the car that had pulled out in front of them stopping for a red light. Her father wasn’t ready for the stop, and didn’t hit the breaks fast enough. They crashed in the demeaning car, and the dreadful window shield shattered causing the glass to hit both of them creating scratches all over their bodies. The powerful stopping blow threw both of then into slow motion into the awaiting dashboard.

   She opened her eyes, breathing heavily. Molly was more frightened then she could imagine. She had had the dream so many times before. This time the dream seemed different to her. She remembered all the details of the car crash which paralyzed her and put her into a horrifying coma, months before.

   She lifted her head slightly and stared at the center at what she now knew wasn’t hers but the spitting image of her dream world. As she stared a sudden white light appeared in the center of the blackened area. She watched as the light twirled around itself and the spirit hauled to a stop facing in Molly’s direction. Its face had no shape but yet she knew it was looking at her, she could just sense it. It looked content, and Molly heard it speaking to her telepathically.

   “Molly come with me,” the swirling light encouraged. “You're safe now; you’ll no longer feel this pain.” The figure assured her with a comforting glance. “Just grab my hand and it will be all over.” The voice made Molly feel safe, and the pain she felt began to settle, and gradually fade. 

   Molly reached out her wounded hand, and she lifted herself away from the floor that was decaying beneath her shattered body.

   “Mother, I love you, but I think it’s finally my time to go.” Molly announced, heartbroken. “We will meet again someday, I promise.” She whispered, with her last breath.

   Molly closed her tainted eyes, and the harsh sounds of the beeping silenced.

Reviews

[CassieLynne]

interesting, but slightly confusing. I liked it though, it was different.