A Perfect Day to Die
I awoke to an eerily dark room. Shadows of wrath surrounded me; threatened me. I swallowed hard and rose from the comfort of my bed. Treading lightly down the stairs, I gazed out the window. Blackness. It was but 3:48 in the morning. I listened to the silent snoring of my parents, and the hoarse breathing of my younger brother. I reached the foot of the stairs- my heart pounding harder than ever before, I had but ten minutes left until the exact time of my birth, 15 years ago. At every creak under my footsteps, and at every slight movement I flinched. A small gust of wind came from nowhere and I knew that he was here. I sat on the couch and looked all around the dark room. Something moved in the corner of my eye. The sound of malicious breathing was just barely audible. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and I wanted to disappear. I dared not turn over my shoulder. The VCR flashed the time in a glowing green hue. It was 3:54. Only four minutes now... three minutes until the last of my life. Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled memories from my childhood. My dog, Ajax, whined from behind the gate of our laundry room. Ajax saw him. He whined again, but it was cut off in mid-breath. I almost jumped up and screamed. They had killed him. Because he had seen them. My sweet little dog was gone. Under my breath I muttered "Don't worry, Ajax. I'll see you in just... just... one minute" My voice cracked and a flood of tears soundlessly rolled down my face. I was at the last minute. I never really believed that it would come to this. Time seemed to freeze and I saw his reflection in the TV screen. In a slow motion his reflection grew larger as he drew closer. I felt the humid air of his breath on the back of my neck. Slowly, he strode in front of me. I didn't move. He pulled out a long tube, and placed it on my chest right over my heart. The device would pull my spirit out, and drain the life out of me. I cringed as I heard a hum of gears. I wished I could at least officially turn 15 first. But the time had come. And then he spoke in his deep, gravelly voice. "Today is a perfect day to die."
I awoke to an eerily dark room. Shadows of wrath surrounded me; threatened me. I swallowed hard and rose from the comfort of my bed. Treading lightly down the stairs, I gazed out the window. Blackness. It was but 3:48 in the morning. I listened to the silent snoring of my parents, and the hoarse breathing of my younger brother. I reached the foot of the stairs- my heart pounding harder than ever before, I had but ten minutes left until the exact time of my birth, 15 years ago. At every creak under my footsteps, and at every slight movement I flinched. A small gust of wind came from nowhere and I knew that he was here. I sat on the couch and looked all around the dark room. Something moved in the corner of my eye. The sound of malicious breathing was just barely audible. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and I wanted to disappear. I dared not turn over my shoulder. The VCR flashed the time in a glowing green hue. It was 3:54. Only four minutes now... three minutes until the last of my life. Tears welled in my eyes as I recalled memories from my childhood. My dog, Ajax, whined from behind the gate of our laundry room. Ajax saw him. He whined again, but it was cut off in mid-breath. I almost jumped up and screamed. They had killed him. Because he had seen them. My sweet little dog was gone. Under my breath I muttered "Don't worry, Ajax. I'll see you in just... just... one minute" My voice cracked and a flood of tears soundlessly rolled down my face. I was at the last minute. I never really believed that it would come to this. Time seemed to freeze and I saw his reflection in the TV screen. In a slow motion his reflection grew larger as he drew closer. I felt the humid air of his breath on the back of my neck. Slowly, he strode in front of me. I didn't move. He pulled out a long tube, and placed it on my chest right over my heart. The device would pull my spirit out, and drain the life out of me. I cringed as I heard a hum of gears. I wished I could at least officially turn 15 first. But the time had come. And then he spoke in his deep, gravelly voice. "Today is a perfect day to die."