Young Writers Society

It was dark. The room was consumed by silence. The darkness had a hollow, eerie feeling to it, as the young girl sat in her room. She sat there waiting, waiting for the thing that made her hair stand on her neck stand on its ends. For the thing that haunted her dreams, to jump out at her, and attack. It had been like this for weeks. She'd be jolted awake by the petrifying monster that desired her blood. The monster that stalked her in her dreams. By the taunting echo of its laughter. The dreams started when she turned sixteen. The night of her birthday; her two, best friends threw her a party, with chocolate cake, and mint chocolate chip, mixed with cookie dough ice cream; her favorite. The party ended at 12:00, after cleaning up the mess, she started feeling weird, like her body was on fire. Then her senses were better. Her smell, sight and even touch and taste. " I'm just tired" she explained to herself, and eventually went to bed. The first couple weeks she would awaken screaming, and covered head to toes in a chilling sweat. Her parents had not been worried, there were barely home any way. So the girl was alone with a monster that wanted her dead. The night before the night mares started coming to her, she had a beautiful dream. No monster trying to kill her, no darkness that swallowed her whole, only light, and angelic creature. The creature looked human, but you could tell there was something off about him. The creature was trying to tell her something. But she couldn't hear it. It dawned on her that he was the only thing she couldn't her, they were in a garden of some kind. It was as if someone had muted him with a TV remote. Lovely, though. His light copper brown hair, his blue; green eyes that switched places without notice. The way, his shoulders where square, even when he was relaxed. The way his skin was as tan as some who was in the sun all day, every day. It shimmered with an angelic glow, whenever he stretched. When he looked at the closing of the first and last dream, she heard the quiet whisper of a voice that said "soon." When she had awakened that morning she was clam, and happy. Throughout the day, she had practically begged the time to go fast. As the girl finally rested her on her pillow, she was dead to the world in a matter of seconds. At first it was dark. So dark that if the girl had her hand an inch from her face, and breathing on it, she wouldn't be able to see her hand. The darkness still rained as she started to feel relaxed, and warm. She, then saw a door. When she opened the door she was in a dining room. That most have been made for a giant. The walls were a deep red, the table in middle was a wooden brown the contrasted with the wall. The floor was a Persian carpet, and it covered every square inch of the floor in the room. The light had been from the candles on the table. Then she was surrounded by the ghost of a forest. The trees, the bushes, and everything else in sight were either totally dead, or slowly decaying into a skeleton of what it once was. The growl came from behind. It was a deep and throaty growl. Then she whipped around to find the source of the sound, to only meet maybe the most terrifying creature ever, it was something from the depths of hell itself. Its eyes were an explosive red, long sharp spikes trailed down its spine. It stood on all fours. Drool was dripping slowly from in its razor sharp teeth, like medication in an I.V. The thing in front of her snarled at her, as if she angered it. Without warning, it tried and failed to pin her down, and maul the girl to death. She ran like the wind itself. As she ran, the panic gathered in her chest. She had to find it. She didn't have time to question what she had to find, she just ran. Branches slapped against her face as she pushed through the dry, dead trees. She saw a light, knowing somehow the light was not going to harm her, she followed it. She knew the light somehow, like it was an old friend. To finally find the edge of the haunted forest, and the beginning of a sea side cliff. The smell of the salt water from below stung her nose. The girl could hear the sound of large waves pounding against the jagged rocks at the bottom. She could now feel the hot, ragged breath of the creature, on her neck. She stepped forward closer to the edge. It growled, and she turned slowly, to face the monster. When, its claws slashed an opening in her chest. She clasped into a pile of ripped flesh and bones, wondering 'Should I jump' Her body was in pain. Her chest felt like some pour a bottle of lemon juice on a really big paper cut. She could barely breathe without wanting to let out a pleading cry of outright pain. Her breath began to flatter, as once again she looked at the killing machine, before her. 'It's going to attack again.' she thought as she gathered what little strength, she had left. The girl in excruciatingly stood, a foot from the edge. Another growl escaped the creature's lips. She knew, in that moment what was coming, but for some intangible reason she began laughing mockingly at the thing in front of her. She wasn't scared, no not at all. In fact, I think that was the moment she truly lost little of a mind she had. The creature tilted its head at her, wondering if in fact she was truly insane, and maybe she was. But, this reaction caused her to laugh harder then she had ever before. The beast growled once more, which creased he girl's foolish laughter, but left her sinfully, wicked smile, then she jumped of the cliff. The bitterly cold air, tousled her frizzy, curly hair all around. Somehow, on the way down she ended up facing the shark tooth looking rocks. When she fell, she closed her eyes not wanting to see the jagged rocks below. The air stopped rushing at her. No cold, no darkness, but only warmth and light, and the feeling of arms catching her body...