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Holy Dreams pt2
written by izzzy07:05 AM 11/24/04“Get away from him! Hey! Get away!” Screamed the frantic teenager into the shadows.
“Don’t hurt him. O, God don’t hurt him” Asta rushed over to the tree where she found a boy no older than seven shredded from head to toe by the ghastly creature that left the child in fear… of her. The boy cringed, terrified of more harm that might come of him, in seeing this she sighed and withdrew her hand.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you…”spoke Asta, “All I want is to help you.”
She saw that the boy was stabbed repeatedly and scratched until there were no visible signs of skin left attached to his lithe frame body. Drenched in blood and snow covering the ground around them, Asta took off her jacket, not feeling the cold and placed this in an attempt to warm the child in its dying moments.
Asta reached out her soft hand towards the bleeding and torn child. His clothes barely covered his cold, little body, as his blood swept what life he held, straight onto the filthy ground where she knelt. Even with his fingers being so tiny, not even with an ounce of energy could he lift them to draw her closer in comfort. With the knees of her jeans soaked through and her arms beginning to numb, she sat beside the boy, brushing his pale sun streaked hair, out from his darkening eyes. Putting her arms around him, she comforted him like only a mother could; whispering words of peace and life into the deafening ears. A tear fell down his cheek and he breathed his last into the freezing night.
Silently she placed her hand onto the boy’s forehead and sliding her slender fingers down his face, closed his pain free eyes. She sat there; staring into the white surroundings wishing all this would come to an end.
With that as her last thought she too closed her eyes only so she could wake from the nightmare which encompassed her dreams night after night since she was able to remember.
She breathed deeply, as if to breathe life into her own body, and ended the dream like many others that she had encountered in her lifetime and landed herself into the black unconsciousness that she knew all to well. |
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