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Her Imp
written by chaoticthoughts04:12 AM 11/28/04| She looks for a way out but all the doors and windows are locked. She feels trapped, being suffocated as if a plastic bag were being held over her head. She begins to panic, running around the house as a chicken with its head cut off. She has no where to run or hide. Its behind her following her every step, laughing as she tries to break the window with a chair. It bounces off as if it were indestructable. She stares while the feeling hopelessness and lostness overcomes her body. She begins to crawl in a frantic, trying to hold back her puke. She sprints to the door, banging and screaming for help. Her life is a stake now, nothing will help her or make her free. Because she knows that no matter where she goes she will always be disturbed. She stumbles up the stairs, makeup all over her face, sweat all over her body glistening in the lights, her breathing is heavy and sparse. By the time she gets to the top she sees a figure, he says its okay. She pleads for help, he disappeared, she faints. When she opens her eyes she is astonished to find herself in her own bed, normal and sane. Could it have been a dream? Was it all just a night terror? She gets up and walks downstairs the chair is on the ground, where it fell from the window. Dark figures surround her, she screams . . . all is dark. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Death Fairy (12-24-2004 - 09:29 AM)
| a little confusing but really good |
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