To Bring Life From Death

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

I wrote this a little while ago, I really hope you like it :) please comment :P

 

 

I had just left a bar North of town and was walking towards my apartment when I saw her. Well, at first all I saw was a mound of blackness, but as I neared the mound, it turned out to be a woman, In a heap on the ground. I kneel quickly, and look around, taking in our surroundings, trying to see if someone recently left the body. Not seeing anyone, I look back to the woman and see that she was indeed hurt, so carefully I straighten her out, laying her on her back. I feel for a pulse, and then check for blood anywhere. I notice huge hand prints around the woman's neck. Strangled.

 

Furious, that someone would take an innocent life, I take the young woman in my arms and carry her to my apartment, bringing her inside and laying her on my bed. I strip her of her clothing to check for more signs of her death. Seeing nothing on the front of her besides the hand marks, I look at her back. Carved into her pale skin were the words: “Death prevails”. Why would someone carve that into a persons back?

 

I go to the bathroom and take a washcloth and a bowl of soup and water back to my room where I proceeded to wipe the dried blood from the young woman's back. When I was finished, I turned her back over, sorry that there wasn't anything that I could do about the words that left the scars. I then put some of my own clothes on her and brought her to the kitchen, sitting her in a chair beside the table.

 

It didn't feel weird at all caring for a person already dead. Not for someone like her. I was so drawn to her that I couldn't get rid of her even If I wanted to. I make two cups of tea, and set one in front of her softly telling her to drink up. I grab some crackers from the cupboard, then I sit across from her and talk. The one thing frustrating about talking to a dead person, Is that they can't answer. So after awhile I fall silent and just observe her. She had blond hair, that fell to her waist, I made a mental note to get a woman scented shampoo so I could wash it. She had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, and they were huge. They seemed to light up whenever I looked at her. She was pretty, but not beautiful. Her nose was slightly crooked, but in a cute way. And her face was very narrow. But I was falling in love with this girl, not knowing a thing about her.....

 

That night I put her into my bed and crawled in beside her. I put her head on my chest just as I imagined she would if she was alive. I whispered “I love you”, and hugged her to me. I prayed that night, for the first time since I was a little boy. I prayed that whoever killed her, would die, and get what he deserved. I prayed that God would take this lovely woman and give her happiness in her death. But I fell asleep before I finished what I wanted to say.

 

It was about 4:30 when I woke up, maybe a little earlier, I lifted the woman's head off my chest and slipped out of bed to go to the bathroom and start the coffee. When I was done I went back and crawled in beside her yet again. “I wish I knew your name” I say before I cover myself again with the blankets. I lay on my back and closed my eyes. That's when I feel her move, I feel a head on my chest, then a hand on my stomach. My eyes snapped open and looked down at the blond haired woman laying there.

“Tracy” she said softly “my name is tracy”

With that she tilted her head and kissed my cheek, and brushed her lips against my chin.

 

I eagerly sit up, ecstatic that she was alive, yet wondering how it happened. I grin and kiss her, then sit back and look at her; hoping she'll tell me everything about herself, I was so happy I was finally getting to talk to her and get a response, she falls back onto the bed beside me smiling. But then she was motionless. “Tracy” I say shaking her. I must of shaken her, calling her name for minutes before It hit me.

 

She was gone again. I will never hear her voice again, never see her alive, smiling, and happy. I wont get to see her cry, I wont get to walk with her to the store, carry her bags, or kiss her lovingly as she kisses me in return. It can't happen, won't happen. Ever.

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To this day I take care of her, hoping that she may come to life again. Hoping I will find out why “Death Prevails” was carved into her back. Hoping I will find out something about her. Somedays I wonder if I just imagined it, but I shake that idea away, as fast as it comes. And every night I look up at the stars and remember her, and thank God she's up there in heaven, happy.


Submitted: April 17, 2012

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