LAST CHANCE

                                           LAST CHANCE

             The streets where stained with blood, the stench of hatred fill the entire atmosphere. Bodies ranged from where she stood to the horizon, almost completely wiping out the view of the evening sun. “How could I a human begin do such horrid, unimaginative things to another person?” Joy said in a whisper to herself as she stared in oar. This was one of her regular flashbacks she had of her past.

         Quickly she pulled herself back to reality, for she did not have a second to waste, especially not staring at dead faces.

                Joy was a loner with a past she'd rather forget; she was small built in figure with legs that lasted for days. She had large hazel eyes which could pierce through a man’s soul and her hair was as black as coal from hell. Her beauty could only be compared to that of an angel’s. Joy wasn’t a one sided coin for she also possessed the strength of an ox and the speed a bullet.

            As the night drew nearer Joy knew the potential dangers that awaited her. She decided to stop and set up a make-shift camp until the first sign of dawn. Joy wanted to keep going, but in her heart she was grateful for the rest. For the first time in days Joy was able eat peacefully, she ate the apple pie which Mrs. Peterson a close friend of the family had packed for her at the beginning of her journey. When she had finished eating she leaned back and rested her head against the ground which had now become her bed, her eyelids began to feel heavy, and the edges of the empty plate in front of her blurred with the white handkerchief which the pie was wrapped in.

                 Overcome by the tiredness Joy falls asleep. The unconscious state is Joy’s most dreaded fear because she knew that she cannot run from her past here. Joy wasn’t always known as Joy, she use to go by the name Fear. She was feared by both the living and the dead, killing any and everything in her path. She had a thirst for blood. Humans are known for cruel things but this went to an extreme, this wasn’t human behavior at all.

           Joy only became self-aware a few years ago when she stared death right in his dark hollow face. Imagine for a while facing a creature as cold as death, what would you say? What would you do? How would you react? Joy felt the same way you would if in her shoes scared and speechless. Joy pleaded for her life, she told death she live a good life, no more killing she even said she’d go to church each and every Sunday. Unfortunately this wasn’t enough to pay the price of her evil deeds, but death wasn’t an unreasonable man he gave Joy a few months to live, a few months in which she could visit the families of her victims and ask for their forgiveness.

         Joy had one more family to visit before she left this corrupted world for good, this family was special. They were special because this was her family.

        The sun was awaking and Joy was awake to greet him. She didn’t waste any time, she was on the move at once. Almost there, her home felt like it was only a step away. Approaching the town she grew up in a peace and calm came over her body, seeing children playing on the aged street where she once played, smelling the freshly baked bread she always ate on a Sunday morning for breakfast with scrambled eggs. The childhood memories came rushing with a force it was almost like time stood still and she was in the past reliving every moment.

      But that feeling soon ended when she reached her childhood house she was now overwhelmed by shame and sadness. How could she face here father and tell him all the awful things she had done, this would surly kill him. Slowly she walked up to the red painted porch and rang the doorbell not knowing what to expect. Her father answered the door; she was so scared that she went into a state of shock. Her lips barely able to say the words properly, she mumbled out “I’m sor-ry”. Unable to say anything else she stretched out her hand which held a stack of letters entitled “Last Chance” this was everything she came to say written in words on paper. BAM! She fell to the floor; her heart gave in to all the anxiety. Death was now here to take her soul with him back to the afterlife, leaving her poor old father with a dead daughter and stack of letters entitled “Last Chance.”

Author's Note

PLEASE TELL ME how I can improve it...its an assignment for marks :(
thanks for reading ^ _ ^

Reviews

[♥SunkissAngel♥]

i loved the story good job ^^

[MrJayWalters]

besides one spelling mistake, oar should have been awe, i think its a very well put story

[momo]

wow this is very well written! there are some areas that throw me off track though like (Joy has no past) i thought she was running from it? and (dead bodies from there to the horizon) from where exactly..? otherwise very great write!