tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36332792346578412292024-03-21T22:31:59.020-07:00Shadowed ThoughtsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01690156266800626461noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3633279234657841229.post-52755587220824851742013-03-04T00:14:00.001-08:002013-03-04T00:14:35.561-08:00Horrifying Reality Change (LF challenge)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
I could feel the sun beating down on my forehead, so I pulled my hood
further, shielding my eyes, even though I had my sunglasses on. It’s
just that way with me, the sun, like death if it’s too bright. I get odd
looks as I cross the street. No doubt the girl that just passed
thinks I’m a lesbian now, what with how I hold myself.<br />
<br />
It doesn’t change my pace though; I just keep moving faster, ready to
get home. Desperate to get away from the hours spent at the store. How I
hate working there. The walk home is always like a “cool down” for me.
If I had my way, I’d walk everywhere, I’d just want to replace all the
people with landmarks, or interesting items to stare at momentarily
while I pass.<br />
<br />
I’ve never been good with people. Especially not strangers. Too
paranoid, too overwhelmed. That’s when I spot my apartment complex and
pull my bag from off my shoulder. Despite how I am dressed, my purse is
quite girlish. This brings a smile to my face while I fuss to find my
keys.<br />
<br />
My roommates are out, no surprise there. I toss my purse aside and
hastily tear off my clothes. Walking in the heat with a leather jacket
on is no joke.<br />
<br />
I put on some Jamie pants and a boyfriend t and start organizing my
desk. I’m desperate to take a shower and sleep, but I’ve been putting
this off for too long. The rest of the room was disgusting when I
finished, but it was already too dark and I was too sweaty to do
anymore.<br />
<br />
I de-clothed once again and headed to the shower. I caught a glimpse of
myself in the mirror; my long, usually smooth well-kept hair was now a
tangled mess.<br />
<br />
As I start to shower, I am instantly soothed. I close my eyes and let
the water run over my face and down my chest in a savory manner. I let
out a sigh of relief, picturing my bed in all its glory.<br />
<br />
I open my eyes to grab my shampoo, but the lights go out before my hand
reaches it. I pause, “Gavin?” I call out for my roommate, but there’s no
reply. Suddenly the lights are back on. I look around the bathroom,
alarmed and a little frightened, but continue to shower. Once finished, I
grab my towel and move toward the door, opening it all too fast.<br />
<br />
I am falling into nothingness. A black abyss where even my screams are
void. I cradle my naked body when there is nothing else to hold onto and
pray that I meet my end quick and painless.<br />
<br />
After a moment, the blackness suddenly felt thicker, like the air was
filling with smog or liquid. I can no longer breath, I’m suffocating.
And then, light. I am on my hands and knees, but I am wearing something…
a red skirt. Beneath me is sand. Vast and never ending.<br />
<br />
I spin to see if I can spot something, anything, but nothing is there.
Just sand. I keep moving, walking forward, and then I spot someone, a
man in a black suit. I run to him, hopeless and afraid. “Sir! Sir,
please!” I call, the man does not reply, simply keeps moving forward.
“Sir, where are we? Can you help me?” As the man comes closer, I can
make out his face. His features are gorgeous, his smile soothing and
brilliant. “Please,” I say to him again, “Can you help me?” The man’s
eyes come to mine and I am terrified.<br />
<br />
Completely black, void, like the abyss. “I already have,” He says with a
smile. His hand reaches toward me and grabs my chest. I am bare naked
again. When he takes back his hand, he has my heart in it. “You gave me
this, remember?” he takes a large bite out of my heart, smearing blood
all over his face, “in return for my help,” blood drops from his chin
and he smiles a bloody smile, “you remember, now, don’t you?”<br />
<br />
I look down and I am in a pool of my own blood. My body is sickly
mangled. I cry out, but I hear nothing. The man towers over me. “We
shouldn’t forget the promises we make, should we?” he drops my heart
into my lap and drags me by my hair, leaving a trail of blood in the
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