My Destination
When I first walked in to the haunting, aged graveyard, the milky fog surrounded my small frame. I don't exactly remember why I had traveled so far from my home. My heart was whispering to me with rapid, pumping heartbeats. It was telling me I was reaching my destination. My footsteps became faster and my breaths came harder. The night air was chilly, for my breath was visible as steam.
As my feet guided me between trees I noticed the moon. It was horror movie full. The moon was casting its luminescing rays upon each and every worn gravestone. Something green began protruding slowly from the carvings of a gravestone close to me. My curiosity got the best of me. I bent down to receive a better observation. The substance was a green, yellow slime that drained like pus from a badly infected wound.
"Ew", I whispered as I reached my pale hand out to touch the slime. Suddenly, it began to glow as bright as molten lava splashing out from a volcanic eruption. Before I could stop my reaction, I screamed. I screamed as loud as my teenage lungs would allow me. My scream reached the pitch of pure terror before I finally took off at a sprint. Instead of running away from the graveyard like my mind wanted, my feet followed my bossy heart and took me deeper into what seemed like my own personal hell. My face started to collect cool droplets of water from the fog I was quickly making my way through.
The heartbeats that were once settled down were now screaming at me. They were telling me to hurry. The hour glass was now turned over and my time was passing by. I knew I needed to reach my destination because it felt like my life depended on it. A part of my soul felt the lust for this lively feeling pulsing from my destination directly to me. It called out to me with soft words, persuading me it had all I ever wanted. I could not be late.
The trees with owls burrowed in them passed by me in a blur. The hands on the trees clawed me as if they were trying to stop my petite form. Their thick thorn cut into my clothes. I could see the eyes of the owls begging for me to turn around so I would not give into temptation. I did not see, feel, or hear any temptation. My only thoughts were lust and want for my destination.
My destination was getting closer and closer by the second. A fizzy bubbling of adrenaline was building higher and higher as each of my pounding steps neared the destination. Then, I heard the sound. It was the horrid wretched sound that seemed to haunt me. The sound always seemed to play in my head when times got tough. I always knew the sound would be the end of me, eventually. The creepy sound always made me want to cower and hide with fear. It was the sound of skin tearing under a sharpened razor blade.
"No", I screamed into the now bitter air. My mind and heart battled fiercely for control. In my mind I knew what was the right thing to do, but my heart held all of my most dear wants and needs. It knew that deep down I wanted to give in and fall. With that one doubt, I fell. I fell into the temptation I ill-considered when the pleading eyes of the owls urged me no to fall into it. My true desires won and my foolish mind shutdown. I was now following my heart. It moved my heavy feet closer to my destination.
When I reached my destination I knew I was in my hell. The haunting sound had stopped. I was now standing in front my pale body. It was collapsed over a gravestone. Blood was dripping over the edge of the gravestone where my dead hand was lying. I wasn't alive and I hadn't been all night. On the gravestone I had wrote "Kagome H. 1/10/94 - 12/25/08" in my blood from my wrist. The same wrist I had gave into with temptation. It was the same wrist I let the razor tear into.