She felt so lost and helpless. The vast wasteland spread as far as she could see, the numerous sandy hills seemingly never ending. She had tried to force herself to go on and try to find shelter but her body refused to move an inch further. So there she lay, face down in the hot sand, light blazing down on her already scorched skin.
She knew it was watching, she knew it was slowly moving closer to her. Fear gripped her mind as she struggled to get up once more. Her body screamed in pain, begging her to stop and rest. But she could not comply. It was still there. It had followed her from her home into the bleak emptiness of the desert.
How had it known where she would go? How had it managed to keep following her? She never saw it move and yet it was always on her tail. It had haunted her for as long as she could remembered, never faltering or changing its pace. She shuddered, it saw her now, she could feels its eyes upon her. Standing once more she began to walk again, her only comfort in that soon night would fall and its eyes would close.
She never feared the darkness, in fact it brought her peace. It did not like the night hours. She did not know why it chose to hide itself in the late and early hours, though she did not question it. Gratitude was all she had to offer to the darkness since it, like her follower, was consistent. Then why not fear the night? They were the same, it and the night, always coming and always going. But the night's eyes were blind to her and she was thankful for its cover.
Darkness fell and she collapsed on to the sand once again. Relief washed over her, as did despair. How much longer could she run? It would always find her. It was only a matter of hours before it could see her again. The thought brought tears of defeat to her eyes. She missed her friends and family, it had been years since she had last seen them. But she could never return, she knew, for they said her fear was irrational. The doctors and medicine never helped, her family never understood.
They must not see it, she had figured, it hides itself from them and only tortures her with its ever staring eyes. Again she shuddered, the tears flowing more freely. No long could she run, no longer could she hide. The strain on her body and mind was too much. So there she lay, throat parched and tears streaming down her face from the fear. This would be the last night she would hide from it. In the morning it would find her and she would let it.
The sun would claim another.
Cold and lonely, empty and dark,
Stood the old and faithful park.
White from snow and filled with bliss,
Yet silver from the moonlight’s kiss.
No children sat near the ground,
Not a soul could be seen around.
All the lamps were off for the night,
All the birds had taken flight.
The houses all around, warm and lit,
But the park felt no warmth, not a bit.
A magical place it seemed to be,
A wonderful place it was to me.
I saw this place not dark and alone,
I did not fear for a dreadful moan.
The moon on the snow was the hope of this park,
A glimmer of hope that outweighed the dark.
I am: |
*20 years old
*a native of Texas, the best state ever
*a fanatic. I don't just 'like' things, I obsess over them
*in an unhealthy relationship with Star Wars, Transformers, Assassin's Creed, Halo, Dark Souls, CreepyPasta, cats, weird faces and Italian food
*terrible at talking to people face to face. I have the social skills of a Spartan
*not going to bite you, probably.