Post by IRiS on Mar 21, 2009 19:30:32 GMT -5
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The door slid open, cool air brushing against my pale skin. I looked down, burning guilt running through my inner soul. The clanks of foot steps awoke the quiet gesture of my home, I couldn't help myself not to stare continuously.
"Hello?" I moaned, clentching my fists tight- barely prepaired for something to soon meet my presence. I blinked a few times, the only light given was the looming surface of the moon.
I backed away, still keeping my ghostly gaze at the creeking door. "Mom?" I whispered lightly, still not believing if anyone- it would have been my mother. A light tear rolled down my round face, nothing was on my mind rather than fear.
I looked away for just a moment, and when my blue search of fear came back to the door. There stood a man, holding something tightly in his palm.
I yelped with fear, almost collapsing on the floor insstantly. I began to weep, "Get away from me!" I screamed with terror, trying to remain myself from falling.
The faint figure only stood there for a moment, then started to approach me. All I could hope was this was one horrible practical joke being played on me, but... it all seemed to be so real.
I could only hope it wasn't like all of those scary movies-
I try running but he always seems to be there, whether he is infront of me or following.
Then once you finally get away, he'll be right there behind you... and end your life.
Though this one question would always haunt me, why would you wish to choose my life? Have I deserved to die? Or have I punished you in any way? Or is it that it was finally my time to come...?
I stood for a moment, looking at the black figure slowly come towards me. "Don't hurt me," I moaned lightly. My voice was rather high, filled with overly exitement.
But of course, not even a sound came out of the mysterious man. When I finally noticed, he was not yet holding a knife- nor a gun. He was clenching a... phone?
His hand was shaking, like he was in fear also. He held out the phone for me to grab, slowly I tried to grab the flip phone from his palm. I looked up before I finally touched the phone.
The details of his face were hard to distinguish. His eyes were mint green, like a cool day in the spring. His hair was a shaggy blonde, which only came to the top of his scalp.
I could tell he was young, he had no wrinkles or elderly expressions on his face, nor grey hairs- signs of loose of hair, or any hair lose itself.
I looked back at the phone, kinda questioning if I should actually take it or not. "Fo- For me?" I asked. Though, still he never made a expression. He just awaited for me to do the actions.
I quickly stole the phone from him, tucking it in my pajama pocket. "What do you want from me?" my teenage voice squeaked, tears slipping down my face once more.
Merely he shook his head- and made his way out the door, I felt too confused to forget about it all. A man comes into my home just to hand me a cell phone? It just doesn't make sense...
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