Take a Bow

My eyes flicker open.

I want to groan.

I want to scream.

But I can’t.

I can’t because I’m outside.

Surprised to be alive.

Surprised they didn’t find me.

Fresh meat.

Just lying there.

Waiting for them.

An easy meal.

Meat to crush between their teeth.

Blood to cover their mouths.

And hands.

And bodies.

Blood to cover the ground.

A meal.

Less thrilling than hunting someone down.

But still a meal.

I am alive.

And I need to move.

Soon.

OH.

Oh, oh.

Can’t.

Can’t make noise.

Can’t.

Oh god can’t.

Sprained my ankles.

One is less painful than the other.

I can barely tell the difference.

Must keep my mind off the pain.

I’m behind a dumpster.

Well hidden for now.

It smells.

Didn’t notice before.

OH, god the pain.

Can’t.

Can’t

Looo…se.

Concious..ness.

Can’t….

….

Thump.

Thump, thump.

Eyes flicker.
Awake.

Aware.

Not safe.

Up.

Need to go.

They’re in this house now.

In here.

I’m here.

I’m up.

I’m keeping the blanket.

Not many left around here.

I’m at the boarded up window.

It’s scratched from the inside.

Disheartening.

My hands hurt.

The boards are off now.

I’m on the roof.

Outside.

It’s not too chilly, there’s morning light.

Down.

Down down down.

It’s high up.

Behind me.

A door falls to the ground.

Broken.

Shit.

Down.

Down down down.

Down I go.

Dark.
Silent.
Peaceful.
I’m under something.
A blanket.
It’s warm.
Underneath a bed.
In a locked room.
A barricaded room.
My limbs ache.
My everything aches.
Need sleep.
I need to feel life again.
This is no life.
Noise.
In the distance.
Yells of rage.
They can’t find me.
This makes them angry.
So tired.
Eyes closing.
Should she sleep in the bed?
No.
Too risky.
Too much energy to get there anyway.
So quite.

Heart beating.

Legs running.

Lungs overworking.

Muscles cramping.

Can’t stop.

Must keep going.Can’t let them get me.

Can’t.

Won’t.

I can hear them scrambling behind me.

They aren’t as graceful, as quick, as I am.

But they won’t stop.

I’ll have to lose them somewhere.

I need to rest soon.

Can’t keep going like this forever.

Can’t outrun them forever.

Don’t want to be alone forever.

Help me.

Someone.

Anyone.

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Writing experiment. Won’t give everything away, but know this is a story. Nothing is real life event. as it goes on, that will become for and more clear. All entries to this story will be title a number like this one. for example the next will be 002.  I will be posting this to my deviantart as well. located here: http://gothic-pyro.deviantart.com/    ignore the terrible screenname. it’s old.