Dagger of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Rebecca discovers something horrific at the bottom of a well.

She desperately clung to what seemed like a never-ending black hole, plunging beneath the Earth. She clung to the stone bricks that made up the wall, digging her fingernails into the cracks. Holding on for dear life, hoping and praying that she would have the strength to not let go. Beneath her a pit of darkness threatened from below. Fear coursed through her body; she was overwhelmed by curiosity, dread of the unknown...but mostly fear. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she got there, hanging on to the cold stone walls. Her knuckles burned white and she could hear her own teeth chattering inside her mouth. It was either hang on, or fall to her death.
She felt herself slip not even a centimetre, but it was enough to jolt her body and awaken any nerves that weren’t already fired up from alarm. Droplets of sweat began to form beneath her fingertips and on the bottoms of her bare feet. She slipped again, but this time she fell more than the first. In a state of worry and alarm, she began to panic and gripped the wall tighter. Another slip, and another. She was losing her grasp and falling faster now. Strength drained from her body until she was too weak to hold on any longer.
Letting go of the safety of the wall, she dropped. Into the black pit of nothing that was waiting to swallow her whole. Sensations of nausea and fear overcame her body as she fell.
After what seemed like hours, she hit the bottom; her delicate body slammed against the floor with such force that she was surprised to find all her teeth intact. She scrambled in the dark, searching for a ladder, a lantern, anything. Frantically searching, her fingertips brushed against something small and wooden; a box. She shook the box, and out fell a handful of small wooden sticks, not much larger than a toothpick. Realizing what she had found, she lit one of the matches and a soft orange light glowed in front of her. She reached her arm out to see further, and her eyes widened. Her body began to tremble and the match fell out of her shaking hand, hitting the ground with a soft ping. She covered her mouth and tried to scream but her voice wouldn’t let her, tried to run but the towering walls trapped her in. In that one moment of terror her heart stopped and she couldn’t move.
Laying in a heap at her feet was a body, crumpled on the floor. A girl, with long, brown hair and electric blue eyes, now lifeless, stared up at her. Her clothes were stained with blood, the same that covered the small silver dagger that lay just a few feet away. She recognized the girl – her clothes, her features.
Rebecca stared at the girl in awe, looking down at her own clothing and then back at the girl. It was something extraordinary, something terrifying and unexplainable. How could it be her, tangled in a heap on the floor just inches away? The trembles intensified, her entire body shaking. She shook her head in denial, stumbling away from the body and slid to the floor. With the realization that there was no escaping, and the fear tangled up with denial, Rebecca knew that there was no way out of this pit. Her mind distanced itself from her body, and watched as her shaking hand slowly reached for the silver dagger.


Submitted: June 20, 2010

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