A woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole world; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings. Slowly, she stands, hesitation in her eyes. Step by small, agonizing step, she walks to the doors. She raises her shaking hand and lightly grasps the doorknob, forcing herself to twist the creaky brass. The young woman takes a deep breath, and quickly swings the door open.
A dark nothingness greats her. All she can see is an endless world of black. She glances down, and slowly, ever so slowly, she steps forward. She falls. Her hair floats about her, softly caressing her cheeks. Then, suddenly, she sees a face. A man. It's a man, with dark, messy hair. His face is pale; his eyes wide and deep, full of an unfathomable calm. She knows this man.
Tears streak down her face as memories of this nameless being come to mind. She stretches her arm out, trying to reach him, but knows that he is something unattainable. She can never have him, no matter how much her heart ached at the thought. They were destined to clash, to always be at odds. He was all that was good, and Just. Her? She was the dark, the evil he needed to exist, just as she needed him. She is undeserving. She is tainted.
And then he is gone. She cries out, pleading for him to come back, to stay, but he never does. Gravity returns, and her limbs feel both weighed down and light as a feather. A spec of light forms below her, and her throat clenches at the sight of it. Her body quickly approaches, until the spec gets bigger and bigger and it's suffocating her and she can't breathe and it's so bright and so close and finally, finally, she's about to hit it when-
She jolts awake, her eyes frantically searching her surroundings. The young woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She's all alone in her world and she knows it. Everything else is dead. She slowly stands, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. Then, she hears it. The sound that fills her with fear, and dread, and a guilt so deep that it could fill an entire sea. The doorbell rings. She drops to her knees, a low moan of despair leaving her lips. A single, lone sob wracks her small body.
She brings her hands up, covering her face. There is a weary resignation to the set of her shoulders. This is her punishment, she knows; images of a sinister creature, a black book, and deep, intelligent eyes circle her thoughts. She had been warned - this is what happens when you dare to step onto holy ground. When you dared to play God.
Soooooo, I can't take credit for this whole thing. The beginning (The first three sentences) is actually already published as a really short short-story. We had a extra credit challenge in English Comp to take the short story and continue it, and this is what I came up with. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it, and I would love to hear what you think! :)