Running Nightmare (unfinished)

Mar 25, 2008 - 18:45 PM PST

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A scream broke through the girl's dreams.

She ran to where the scream came from. On the ground lay a body. A body she knew and loved, a body mutilated, every mutilation recognized by the girl.

Her mind screamed; her eyes burned. She went to wipe her eyes and froze. Those weren't her hands, they couldn't be. Her skin was like porcelain, these hands were red.

Red. That would mean-

She looked up. Her mom stood there looking at her in pure fear. Her mom started screaming, but she heard nothing. Nothing around her was real, it couldn't be. Everything, everything was red.
Red, red was everywhere. She tried to get away she tried to hide.

She turned and ran. She ran into the forest that engulfed her house, and now her. The branches scratching every part of her they could. Yet, she still ran. She had to run, run from what had happened, what she had done.

Red hands, she kept seeing red hands. She went to try and wipe the red off onto her nightgown, but that too had changed. Her gown was no longer the angelic white it once was, but crimson. Her mind screamed as she ripped off the cloths, and threw them down.

She looked at the pile of red. The face appeared in her mind crying in pain.

"No!"

She started to run again she had to get away. She just had to. The trees now seemed to try and catch her. They grabbed onto her, each taking a part of her. Blood streamed down, mixing with the red; both blending to become one.

She still ran, the branches not hurting anymore, even when they tore deeper, ripping into her flesh. She felt nothing. Every step she took she lost another feeling.

For an instant she couldn't see. In that instant she tripped. Her scenes came back as she lay there. She saw everything, felt every scratch, heard every sound.

Someone was coming.

Again she pushed that pain away as she got up. She knew she would not be able to run much longer. She had one chance. Quickly she started to climb the tree nearest her, the tree that had tripped her. She got as high as she dared, for the pursuer was close now, and she could not risk him hearing her. She lay on one side of the larger branches, she could clearly see beneath her.

A man appeared below. He wore a warm wool hat, and a heavy white coat. He wore these to keep the cold off, the cold that had just made its presence known to the girl.

She used all of her strength to subdue the immense shivering that her instincts told her body to fall into, to keep from moving; to keep from giving away her hiding place.

The man was still below her. All he had to do was look up and he would see her. Her heart pounded in her ears her whole body tense, her eyes looked for a way out and she noticed the blood on her hand. Slowly a droplet formed. The droplet would fall directly on the man.

Her mind screamed as she willed for the droplet not to drop; the world around her slowed as it fell, landing directly on the white sleeve. The man looked at the red stain and looked up. Their eyes met and he started to coax her down. His words kind, sweet, fake; yet she started to move. As she moved his hand went to his hip.

Her mind screamed. He had a gun; in an instant she was climbing the tree higher. She heard the man swear at himself. Her teenage mind told her to laugh at him, but there nothing to laugh about. She was trapped at the top of the tree.

The man sighed as she called out to her. He sat the gun down slowly with his hands in the air. She went back to her original perch. He gave up coaxing her to come down and just asked.

Their eyes met again and she saw that he was truly worried. Her eyes moved to the gun. Before she took a second thought she had jumped down and grabbed the gun. The man took a step back as she shot into the sky, waiting for the empty click. Birds flew all around her.

The man looked uncomfortably at the naked girl in front of him. The fact that she was covered in blood and still standing amazed him. As they stood there he noticed that most of the blood was her own.

She was trying to look tough in front of him, not letting him see the cold and pain that had hit her so suddenly. He slowly took off his angelic coat and put on her red shoulders.

The weight was too much for her to handle. She fell to the ground, her body overtaking her conscious mind, putting her into convulsions of shivering to try and warm her and her eyes cried in pain.

The man bent down making sure the coat was wrapped tightly around her. He then picked her up like a child, and gently carrying her away.

"You’re a crazy one Kit," those were the only words she heard. She knew that kind voice.

End.


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