11th June 2013 Tuesday
Day 162
Exams will be the death of me…just thought I'd say what we're all thinking.
Pre-written, so it's very much a filler.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
What the-? Where am I? Why is it so dark all of a sudden?
I can vaguely hear some muffled voices, but I don't recognise the language. I try replying, but nothing is stopping them from…whatever they're doing.
What is going on?
I try to move my many legs, but they seem to be encased by some sort of material. I bite down on it, managing to break a few seams in the cover. A crack of light shines through.
"Hey Dex, it's trying to escape," I hear this weird noise, but pay no attention to it. I've seen a ray of light; a beam of hope and I must, must get free.
"Do we have another bag, Zap?" a different voice screeches, and I fight to free myself from this dark prison.
"We're almost there, just hold onto it a little tighter," the grip of whatever is outside curls itself tighter around my small frame. I cry in pain, and the predator loosens a little.
"We better get there soon, he's a feisty one," I can feel my breath becoming shorter, my vision is beginning to cloud; God, if you can hear me, make sure my family is safe. Make sure they will not suffer the same fate as myself. I can feel myself slipping into and out of consciousness.
This isn't fair! I've done nothing wrong!
The small beam of light slowly decreases in size, and darkness fully descends into my world.
I open my eyes slowly, shaking my head with a grumble. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I look around.
Did I ever leave? Wait, no. This looks like my home before the big flood; beautiful, green, luscious.
What happened? I thought I was dying?
In fact, I feel the opposite. I feel very refreshed, and…and alive.
Growl
Now that's a language I recognise. Who is that calling out?
"Dad!"
My kids! They're alive and with me. My wife is with them too! Oh thank you, thank you God for saving them.
"These bog snappers will be perfectly happy here," that voice, so familiar.
I turn around and spy a tall human in red, staring down at me. I cower slightly, but the sensation of some sort of safe barrier gives me a reassuring, safe feeling.
I watch as my two children frolic in a nearby bog with my wife watching. We are protected, safe and happy.
I look back at the tall man and contort my mouth into a smile.
"Hey guys, I swear that one is smiling at me,"
I don't know what they're saying, but I sure hope they know how grateful I am.
Kind of a continuation of one of the cryptic poems. R&R!
