An in the process fiction novel that I am writing....thoughts and/or critiques welcome. Theres No I In Monster (readers discretion advised) She would die here, lying in a heap of cold, wet leaves that soaked through the back of her shirt. The blood that dribbled down her pale sunken cheeks would be dry before anybody found her. She cried in agony as she tried to catch her breath, as fleeting as it was becoming, minute upon minute. She tried to get up, but both of her knees were buckled in backwards after he had hit them with a sledgehammer, inverting them beyond repair. She started to pray to God asking Him to cleanse her soul for what she had done. She prayed for her spirit to be pure and then she prayed for less last breaths. Images met her eyes that slowly came into focus. She saw sympathy cards displayed on the table by her hospital bedside. She saw her boyfriend slowly forget her as she could only remember what his back looked like. She saw her brother with a belt wrapped around his bicep hoping to escape from the pain. She saw the hope dissappear from her parents eyes every time the doctor walked in the room with more news. News is all that she heard. But news turned in to facts. She had cancer. She was dying, but she saw her life clearly for the first time for the last time. She saw her father take his anger out on her mother. I cant lose my princess, she heard him say right before her fathers hand delivered a stinging sensation that enveloped her mothers face. She saw her mother turn cold, the glass of feel good liquid glued to her hand that accompanied her behind locked doors of emotion and despair. She felt that everything was her fault. Father beat Mother, because she couldnt beat cancer. But in all reality, everyone thought that cancer would take her. Realistically, she would die a monster, but only a monster by mistake. Suddenly, the pain stopped and her body became numb. The trees above her started to fizzle out of focus as if she was fainting. But she knew that she wasnt just fainting. She was fainting forever. Hello? She said aloud. But there was nothing but a slow repetitive echo of wind in the distance. She reached out her arm trying to grasp at something, but she couldnt feel her arm lifting. She could only feel herself in her own mind. It was as if she was only a conscious, no arms, no legs, no body. Just her mind and the darkness. She felt as though she was a gentle, modest breeze blowing in the wind in a dark unfamiliar room, searching for a light switch. She continued to gaze around at nothingness until she felt an abrupt vibration. That is when the piercing pin light entered her eyes. She gazed back, floating for only a second and saw her mangled, lifeless body from afar. Only, her eyes were completely black and her mouth formed a grin that even the Devil would be scared of. Before she ascended into the blinding light she saw her lifeless body animate vertically, her knees crunched back into place. The last thing that she heard was the rustling of leaves, her body gone from her tortured, final resting place. And that is when I awakened. A nightmare more real that the skin on my bones. Not again, I thought to myself. Not again. The first time that it happened my mother came to me and explained everything. Well..at least everything that you could say to a five year old child wondering where his best friend had gone. I remember her sitting down next to me in complete silence, as she ran her fingers through my bleach blond hair. I think that she did this because she needed the recollection that I was real and alive. She pulled me into her and kissed my forehead. After that, I remember breaking the unbearable silence that could have been severed with a spoon. But I knew that my mother was hesitate and protecting me in case I wouldnt fully understand. So I guess Jaycob wont be over to play anymore? I questioned as I made two of my play cars crash together, making the sound of the explosion as pretend fire filled my room. At first, she didnt say anything and I could see that she had been crying. Her eyes were beat red and glassy, almost looking as if you could peel a thin film from her eyeballs. Honey, why do you say that? She knowingly questioned in an almost defense way so that she wouldnt have to tell me herself. Because you are crying because Jaycob drowned in the lake last night. I said as I looked into her eyes. The dam ruptured from them as streams of water rolled down her cheek. His mother threw him in. She knew he couldnt swim. She didnt want him anymore. I explained to her as her opened mouth hit the floor. She struggled to speak, her breathing accelerated. How could you know this? She managed to get out through stuttered breaths and cloudy eyes. I motioned with my hand for her to come closer as my mouth set mere inches away from her ear. Because I dreamed it. I whispered, as my mother backed away slowly, staring at me with the look of bewilderment in a terror filled disguise.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 17:40:26 +0000