[shadow in the midst]: 279.Doubts

She took another step, eyes closed, tears streamining. Her hands clenching at her heart to keep silent. It beated intensely, giving away her position. It was after her. She could feel it. She had to leave. Now. She had to.

She felt her foot leave its comfort, leave its platform and fall through her next step. Her mind left her, her fingers dissappeared into the soft, dark mist that surrounded her. She couldnt see anything... she couldnt feel anything. There was nothing left...

The tears, the screams, a hollow echo that tried to reach her, that she tried to find, but she couldnt feel anything anymore. They all were like this swarming bug, the faint sound of it that makes you wonder if its even there.
The darkness wasnt even there, there was just nothing.

In an instant she could feel was a smooth handle, large and dense. She held onto it for all of her life, with all of her will. It almost slipped, repeated times, thrusting it down but she struggled to bring it back up again, each time, growing in how much she could feel, how tight she could hold on to that grip. How much she could hear. Those screams, she could not tell, may have been her insanity, her immagination, a memory... anything... reality was still hard to decifer.

Suddenly, her arms became filled with this heaviness that pulled her whole body down. She fell down, and down, and finally landed on a steady surface. A true shock of finally feeling something more went to her whole body as she jumped, and her arms weight gave way. She lifted her head, her eyes to her arms, her hands... filled with rich color, rich depth that had not been there before. The nights shadows had rung her darkness ever so much darker, and the dim light from the window's moonlight did little to define the lines and marks.

Taking more strength out of pure confusion, pure curiousity, she slumped up slowly onto her feet, feeling the warmth of having floor support her feet once again. Each toe fusing to the firm cushions of the dampened rug, she brought her arms up to look at her nightgown, which she had not remembered. She had not remembered much.

Her eyes were quickly caught by a slight twitch, coming from the corner, the darkened panes of thick pine leaving no evidence of anything out of the ordinary. She cautiously moved toward the door to find the lantern so once again she could bask in the safety of knowledge. To know that nothing was there. That nothing was wrong. But before she could grasp the handle she felt a slight nudge to the side, short and swift, a blank, shapeless knock off of her feet and onto the floor. Fear took a hold of her tender mind, as once again she fell into the darkness, the numbness... the escape...


A light shone and heat dug into her head as she saw a blanket of red light up her eyes, darkening her spirit. Confusion was overcoming her more every moment of silence, as she opened her eyes and saw a room so different in itself. Getting up and onto her feet she noticed how damp the rug was, how damp she was. Nothing seemed right, as she looked down and saw a complete soakage of blood from her nightgown to her fingertips. Nothing was right anymore.

She panicked, unable to recall what had happend. But then just as she reached her feet, she dropped, tears flowing and her hands clasped, trembling with disbelief and fear. There was a body... lieing there, right on the bed. Large wounds were shown, the clothing ripped severely and the face.... there was no face. The only thing left was a mangle of red and hair. Disgust overtook her, as she violently fell to the floor, puking, and collapsed with complete shock and exhaustion. And that day, she realized, was why *nothing could ever be right again...*