A Dark Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
What would you have done, would you have been like me, or would you have stayed?

Submitted: December 12, 2010

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As I ran, I looked behind me. I knew the darkness was only in my mind, but curiosity got the better of me. I had to know how far I had gotten. As i turned my head back, I realised that, once again, I would have to ignore the growing emptiness I felt in the pit of my stomach. After all these years I could not live another minute of the pain or the anguish. I had had enough of the fighting, the yelling, and finally, I had the courage to act. This may not be brave, or to some of you, it may even be the cowards way out, but my heart couldn't stand being in that hell another day. As I turn a corner, I begin to take in my surroundings, a dark street, with no light except for the ever receding moonlight, with walls of cold grey, and the colourless windows that were scattered in odd pairings all around them. As I rest to regain my breath, the memories of the last fifteen years begin to flood my mind. It began when I was bearly young enough to spell my own name...

As the years passed, and the arguments came and went as fast as the alcohol through my father's lips, I began to realise, there was no way I could live there any longer. So, I made a decision, I was going to leave.

It was during early June when I began the fruitless and emotionally draining task of collecting all of my most essential and portable possessions. For most of the world, this would have meant a warm summer night, with few or no clouds to block ones view of the stars above. But where I lived, being the time of year that it was, it only meant a chilling wind, painful water droplets from the sky, and the sting of the nightly frost on my hardly covered feet.

Now that we have all caught up, I may carry on with my story from that corner in that little forsaken street that was comically named, Grey's Crescent.

I begin to slow down, to a walk, in order to let my heart catch up to my legs. As I continue, noting all the small houses, bearly large enough to contain a colony of mice rather than the human families that were forced to reside in them.

As I neared the end of the street, I thought I heard something rattle behind me. As per normal, I turned my head and found what one would expect to find during midnight on a cold winter's night, nothing and no one.

As I neared the T intersection that marked the begins of two new streets, I heard yet another sound, this time, much closer. My heart began to pound in my chest, sweat clouding my already impaired vision. I couldn't move, fear gripped my entire body.

After perhaps five minutes of waiting, the fear began to recede along with my heart rate. So, I began to walk again. Unfortunately, if I had only moved quicker by less than a mile per hour, I might not have felt the rough hand grab my dew damped jacket. I may also not have discovered that a knife pressed to my neck was not the most comfortable experience in the world. As I stared into the face of this possible murderer, his commands, threats and even a few pleads were blurred by my sudden need to take in all of his features. He had not shaven in a good few days, was a good head taller than me, and had a very obviously broken nose, scratch the blood.

My head then begins to clear and I can now hear what it is that he wants. Instead of waiting for my response he begins to check my pockets himself. After his hands return the same way they had entered, empty, the panic in his eyes grew. I begin to struggle, fight back. My hands flailing, hoping to achieve the impossible, and deter this thugs obvious decision. But, as my hands are pushed back, I begin to lose hope. Now, as I am pinned to a cold, grey, and dark wall, I give in.

The next few seconds are a blur, the knife being driven into my abdomen, the blood pouring out of my now open lower torso, and my murderer running away into the mist.

I collapse on the floor, the pain in my stomach is too strong. I cannot hold on a second longer, and soon, my vision seems to melt away, just like the blood that was gushing out of me. Soon, I begin to realise nothing but silence and darkness. Soon, I am dead.


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