My head was
pounding and my hands tremble as I open the mirror for some medicine. I felt on
edge for a reason I cannot determine. Like someone was hanging me over a cliff
by a string. I was panicking over the unknown. What am I doing? I am fine, what
am I really so worked up about? My comforting thoughts are doing me no
good. My hand convulsed, knocking and
scattering the pills all over the sink.
I sighed in frustration; plucked up one of the pills and popped it in my
mouth. My, still quivering hands, closed the cabinet not only revealing the mirror, but revealing something else. Something
I could not turn around to face. I gulped hard with the pill following.
A demon creature stood there over my shoulder. I caught glimpse of its pasty white skin painted with crimson. I saw something in its vast black eyes. I was extracted from reality and drawn into the future. Cryptic futures, that I could barley believe.
Through its eyes it displayed me somewhere forsaken and dire. I was surrounded by fire and more of the demon’s kind. I was shrieking in agony, jolting with torment. My skin was roasting, sizzling and bones snapped. The demon lingered above me indulging in my everlasting cries. Hellish screams and whispers crowded my ears, making my eardrums cringe. Hair–raising whispers that sent numbing shivers up and down my coiled spine. The demon was withdrawing from deep inside me. Then, a bright light blinded me bringing me back to present day.
The
demon, it was out of sight, but beads of sweat rolled down my face. I could still fell
its presence. It’s still there. I am frozen here in anticipation. Suddenly, a
hot, yet icy breath swirled around my ear and it muttered disturbingly.
“We
are ever so close now to you and the future that we can relish it. We are
almost there… You don’t have to wait… we will be there soon,” the demon’s voice
faded,” Oh yes, very soon.”
By Sarah Libassi
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