You Will Pay

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I am reading a book about wars right now and it inspired me to write this.

Submitted: November 21, 2011

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I didn’t sleep much last night. The air was hot and my skin was sticky with sweat and mud. I jerked in and out of consciousness several times, breathing hard, tears staining my cheeks. If someone had seen me in that state they would not have seen a brave soldier, but a cowering child whimpering uncontrollably.

It was the first time I had dreamed about the war, which was unusual. I was racing through the woods, fear and adrenaline pulsing through my veins. I could sense something pursuing me but it was nowhere in sight. I just ran and ran and ran, harder and harder until my breathing became heavy and labored.

Suddenly the sky went black and the clouds disappeared to reveal a moon so large it could have dropped out of the sky any second. I had only a minute to take it in, as a figure appeared in front of me, nearing closer and closer as I began to sweat and pant, struggling to stay quiet.

Blood began seeping by the figure’s feet. It appeared to be holding a knife in its hand, turning it over and over, perhaps contemplating something. Before I knew it the man had a hold of me. I couldn’t do anything; I suddenly had the strength of a little boy, and I whimpered like one too.

“You hurt me”, the man growled. Suddenly I could see his head, which was half severed from his neck, and realized that he was right. I remembered that kill particularly because I had dropped my gun and the only thing on me was a knife. It pained me to slaughter him, it really did. “You will pay.”

The bodies of all the people I had killed now surrounded me, chanting over and over. “You will pay.” I dropped to my knees and begged them for mercy. “Please”, I sobbed. “You will pay”, they droned. Blood dropped from my victims in pools all around me, staining my feet. “You will pay.”

I awoke just as they began to stab every inch of my body, but when I did the pain seemed too real. So did the regret, the anguish and the guilt that pierced my body harder than the knives had. After that dream I really don’t see a way that I can ever be normal again. I have taken too many lives and I believe they will haunt me forever. Forever, I will pay. Past my grave, even. What I have done cannot be consoled. I know that now.


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