Real Life Nightmare
Soft winds flow through the open grasslands as I stand here, tears running down my face while a sad melody echoes through my heart. Voices that talk of evil things fill my ears, their sweet bitterness pulling at me. I grabbed my knees and started to tremble, my memories painting the sky above with my pain. When I was little, Mama would hold me in her arms, telling me it's alright. Not this time though. This time no one could help me. Even in the middle of nowhere, I'd never felt so alone.
I walked on, moving further and further away from the scene of my own crime. I looked across the grasslands hoping to see some sign of life. but there was nothing. Nothing but blood that was my body, my mind and my soul. No matter how many times I didn't want to, my mind kept turning to the past, remembering the last three years.
I can barely remember it but, I was happy once. I had a mother and a father, a sister and a brother. Those days have gone though. All that remains in my body is pain. I remember the only words I ever heard him speak, "Consider the girl that you used to be, dead. Everything you are now belongs to me." I remember the large of pressure on my chest. I remember that I would try to take a breath, but it felt as if there was no air in the room. All I could feel was the darkness closing in on me, violating me in every way imaginable.
Today though something was different. I felt my heart beat; I felt warmth spreading through me. For the first time in three years my body responded when I moved my arm. I could grab my face and felt the blindfold covering my eyes and ripped if off my face. I quickly closed my eyes to shield them from the brightest light I'd ever seen. I slowly opened them again and looked at my surroundings. I was lying on a bed in a basement, my body was covered in a white dress that was dirty, it only hid some of the bruises and cuts. I looked to my side to see a needle was injecting a blue colored liquid into my arm, I removed the needle and tried to stand up. My legs were weak, after all I haven't used them in so long. I instantly fell to the cold ground, overcome with pain. I dragged myself across the cement as the pain started to subside.
As feeling returned to my body I heard a door close upstairs. I tried to pull myself up onto the bed and then another door closed, loud footsteps rang out from the wood stairs. I could see legs. I looked around and saw a blood stained knife on the bedside table. I hid the knife under me at my side and stabbed the needle into the bed, it made it look like it was still injecting me with the liquid. I placed my arm over the needle and my hand on the knife, then acted like I was asleep. His boots hit the cement and I heard him walking closer. A coat fell on the ground and a laugh rang out. "What shall I do with my toy today?" A voice said in the darkness. I felt a pair of hands touch my legs and shivers shot through my body. Anger overcame me; I sprang up, stabbing the man in the chest. He let out a scream as I landed on top of his falling body, continuously sliding the knife into him like he had done to me so many times before.
Before I knew it I was covered in blood and the mangled mess below me no longer resembled a man. Covered in cuts and gashes, I had done to him in one minute what he had done to me in three years. I stood up, trembling. I wanted to run. I wanted to run far away from here, farther than I had ever run before.
The memories faded back into darkness as I woke up in the field. The sun had set and the wind had stopped, time, and the world too. I looked up at the stars, then down at my body. Covered in bruises and blood. I felt no regret for what I had done. I looked down at the knife beside me, my mind completely blank. Picking it up I positioned it over my heart. With one stab this nightmare could be over, but what I wanted to do and what I needed to do were two completely different things.