by Elizabeth Mab

Created on: May 25, 2007

It was all a frightful blur,

Without a destination.

I woke in a painful dream,

which I realized later as just the beginning of my nightmare.

The heart-staining effects of an after trauma to the pitiful mind of dear,

old,

me.

Creeping around my fake bedroom, led of course by the bellowing echoes of the only one I loved.

A tormented scream from her. My cowardice could not face the door, so instead I bled myself with every mournful groan from her that I could not take away. I tried to make my yells match hers, my agony, more. A bizarre success entered my soul after the last drop of life left me and my bedroom became a disappearing vision along with her vanishing screams.

I appeared in darkness. Felt for my pack of matches. Lit one and watched the flame reveal what was not there. Only more of the dark could be seen, so I watched the flame inch its final burning seconds to my fingers. The fire sensation licked the sensitive tips of my pointing finger. I dropped it. A bit of hope fell too. The light went out before I could even see where it landed

It took a long time to find another, my pockets were endless tunnels of time.....searching....failing....dying....living.... ..succeeding. At last I pulled one out. Like a wish granted and in a instant a bitter chill ran over me. I did not slightly know why and no logic could justify the outcome. A raccoon trapped in the headlights of a speeding automobile thinking "Run, Run" when it finally kicks in. My fingers reacted and the fire was lit. The chill was a fading feeling of remorse now. I saw a visible door(again). Left open perhaps for my own curiosity. With the mini torch in my hand I wedged a way toward the mystery. Sweat was my only relief, it dripped and while it dripped my match a.k.a Only Hope dwindled and wavered from an unknown source of breeze.

I peered clearly inside the door frame now, another few steps would take me past. Looking over I saw the tempting safety of a lonely corner (which had a feeling of familiarity). I briefly refused it or did it refuse me? However curiosity was my friend now. It drove me to take a few steps. Those few emotional few steps.

So there I stood, a foot away from destiny and I closed my eyes... Did I do so out of fear. Fear of the unknown. Whichever it was, it was calming and I thought I was losing touch with the world. I moved my fingers lower on the burning stick and stepped.

I was frayed by the cold stone beneath my toes. When my eyes reopened I saw the glaring sunlight beaming down to me

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