Post by laura25 on Jan 14, 2012 23:00:19 GMT -5
I used to lead a wonderful life, or at least one that made me happy. Finally things had started falling into place, and my world was just as I had always wanted it to be. I was just out of college, with a fiance I loved so dearly. He was truly my best friend, my soul mate. He always made me laugh, even when I cried. How lovely it was to just hold his hand, to talk with him about everything under the sun. I was so proud to be his. We were ready to reach after our dreams of helping people, of making the world a better place.
He was the dearest person I have ever know in my life. The sweetest dream come true, was finally mine. I saw myself beside him, growing old together. I loved him with all my heart. I still do.
The cruelty of life, though, is it can all go away. The cruelty of my life, is that it did. A week after our engagement, a drunk driver hit him head on, resulting in a broken leg, a couple ribs, and many bruises. But the most awful thing that was broken, was his personality. He suffered from a head injury, leaving him a completely different person who was bitter, angry, and who certainly did not love me. I feel as if I am there now.
All of a sudden, my memories put me back into the poorly lit hospital, making my way down the hallways to room number 522 where all my fears had come to exist. I see myself opening the door, peering in to see if he is awake. Usually, he had been that time of day, because that is when I always came. Right after lunch that is.
Uneasiness filled my heart as I began to say the only words I could without my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face. “Good morning sweetheart, how are you feeling today?”
“Why are you here again?” I hear him say in disgust.
“I thought you might like company.” This is what I said everyday except on the inside I screamed “I miss you! Don’t you miss me too? Doesn’t this hurt you? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Reality snapped back into place as he begin to laugh at my response. It was the type of fake laugh that you hear when someone wants to make it really obvious they are not a bit pleased with your presence. The type of laugh that hurt my heart every time I heard it from him. Our conversations were short, for he did not have the patience to put up with me anymore, but I kept at it for months. Everyday, I saw him, but everyday it was the same.
On no day in particular, I remember coming home, putting on the sweatshirt he had given me, curling up in bed and crying. This was my normal routine, except something about that day sticks out to me now. I think I was crying for a reason I hadn’t before. Looking back, I think I had realized I had to let go. There was a quiet drizzle of rain that night, which softly led me to sleep. I don’t remember anything after that. At least not on that day. I don’t know what had happened, but I know when I woke up the next day, every suddenly changed.
Iudicium
Shivering...
Gasping....
Bright light...
Cold, shivering...
Water all around me....
Tan, blue, green....
My head was pulsing, as if my heart now beat inside my brain.
Waves of the ocean, sounding in my ear, everything around me a blur. Water washing upon my body, and sand engrained in the side of my face. Startled, I sat up quickly and took in my surroundings.
Smooth sand stretched as far as the I could see. Foaming green and blue waves crashed upon me. I was on...a beach. The sun was abnormally bright, but on the horizon, the skies where churning, almost black. Behind me was a thick mass of dark green made out of plants and trees that came together forming a jungle that seemed suffocating underneath the hot sun. The air was humid and stuck to my every breath.
The confusion was too much for me to handle. The last thing I had done was to climb into my bed at home last night. Where was I now? No, I’m still dreaming, I thought to myself. It just all seemed so real, and as I looked down I realized I had my night clothes still on and they were soaking wet from the water. That seemed odd to me. I never remembered wearing my night clothes in any dream I had ever had. Something was off. Everything was too realistic to be any sort of dream I was having. Something inside me felt that I was being watched, and that this was real.
Then that I saw it. A small twinkling fire, glimmeriing behind the thick of the smothering trees. I felt drawn to it somehow. As if I knew I should not go near it, but my feet still carried me there. The one fire quickly became two small fires, then three, four, five fires. As I drew closer I realized the lights were on a pathway that led into the jungle.
I began to follow these lights as if they were beckoning me in. There was a certain feeling in the air that seemed almost haunting. It was haunting is such a sense that I can barely describe how I felt, but it was sweet to smell, and bitter to taste.
After a few minutes of following these lights, I sensed I was not alone. I frantically looked around but saw nothing. I heard a quiet rustle of leaves, but saw nothing. I stood there not knowing what to do, when I realized something was behind me. Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw two glowing yellow eyes staring at me from the part of the path that had not been lit up yet. My knees shook and my mind was telling me to turn around. Behind me there was only the lights now, and I could not turn back. Suddenly all the lights grew brighter, and I was shocked to see that the yellow eyes belonged to those of a young boy. His stare bore into me, and I fell backwards onto the path.The boy fumbled for a small horn he carried, took one last look at me, blew into the horn, and ran away. A queer sound filled everything space of the jungle that was left, and echoed among every crevice available.
Muffled shouts were heard, while I sat there frozen in shock. Trees began to rustle, the ground began to shake, and I saw them. I saw them running with knives, with spears, with arrows. I saw them running after me.
Instinct kicked into my legs and I ran into the jungle, away from the lights. Without shoes, my feet were cut on rocks, sticks, and plants. Branches swiped the sides of my face and body. Roots from trees beckoned me to fall. But, the screams of whatever was behind me propelled me forwards.
They were gaining on me, and blurs of blue and purple began to shoot past my head. I did not know what was happening, but I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I shot around trees and bushes, and was running alongside an enormous rock. I was so close to escaping, so close...my legs were about to give way...when suddenly I collided with something, and fell hard to the ground.
My breath was knocked out of my lungs, but I was picked up by someone to be carried to safety.
At first I thought they had caught me, but soon realized I was being carried away from my attackers. I covered my head for fear of getting hit by whatever was shooting past us as we desperately tried to escape. Our predators seemed to be gaining on us, and just when I felt surely we’d be caught, I found myself being swept into a small hiding place underneath the ground.
For a moment, we just lay there, unable to think about where we could possibly be, or if we were dreaming. I realized he had been running too, and he took my hand and in panic breathing, “Follow me!”
We ran as fast as I’ve ever run until he brought me to a ditch that turned into a tunnel under ground. He turned to me and put his hand over my mouth mouthing “Shhh”. The people chasing us ran by, shouting and screaming, and some of them weeping. They were dressed in black clothes decorated with gold and red feathers. They had deep black hair and dark skin. I did not get the glimpse I wanted of them, but I knew they were like nothing I had seen before.
He was the dearest person I have ever know in my life. The sweetest dream come true, was finally mine. I saw myself beside him, growing old together. I loved him with all my heart. I still do.
The cruelty of life, though, is it can all go away. The cruelty of my life, is that it did. A week after our engagement, a drunk driver hit him head on, resulting in a broken leg, a couple ribs, and many bruises. But the most awful thing that was broken, was his personality. He suffered from a head injury, leaving him a completely different person who was bitter, angry, and who certainly did not love me. I feel as if I am there now.
All of a sudden, my memories put me back into the poorly lit hospital, making my way down the hallways to room number 522 where all my fears had come to exist. I see myself opening the door, peering in to see if he is awake. Usually, he had been that time of day, because that is when I always came. Right after lunch that is.
Uneasiness filled my heart as I began to say the only words I could without my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face. “Good morning sweetheart, how are you feeling today?”
“Why are you here again?” I hear him say in disgust.
“I thought you might like company.” This is what I said everyday except on the inside I screamed “I miss you! Don’t you miss me too? Doesn’t this hurt you? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Reality snapped back into place as he begin to laugh at my response. It was the type of fake laugh that you hear when someone wants to make it really obvious they are not a bit pleased with your presence. The type of laugh that hurt my heart every time I heard it from him. Our conversations were short, for he did not have the patience to put up with me anymore, but I kept at it for months. Everyday, I saw him, but everyday it was the same.
On no day in particular, I remember coming home, putting on the sweatshirt he had given me, curling up in bed and crying. This was my normal routine, except something about that day sticks out to me now. I think I was crying for a reason I hadn’t before. Looking back, I think I had realized I had to let go. There was a quiet drizzle of rain that night, which softly led me to sleep. I don’t remember anything after that. At least not on that day. I don’t know what had happened, but I know when I woke up the next day, every suddenly changed.
Iudicium
Shivering...
Gasping....
Bright light...
Cold, shivering...
Water all around me....
Tan, blue, green....
My head was pulsing, as if my heart now beat inside my brain.
Waves of the ocean, sounding in my ear, everything around me a blur. Water washing upon my body, and sand engrained in the side of my face. Startled, I sat up quickly and took in my surroundings.
Smooth sand stretched as far as the I could see. Foaming green and blue waves crashed upon me. I was on...a beach. The sun was abnormally bright, but on the horizon, the skies where churning, almost black. Behind me was a thick mass of dark green made out of plants and trees that came together forming a jungle that seemed suffocating underneath the hot sun. The air was humid and stuck to my every breath.
The confusion was too much for me to handle. The last thing I had done was to climb into my bed at home last night. Where was I now? No, I’m still dreaming, I thought to myself. It just all seemed so real, and as I looked down I realized I had my night clothes still on and they were soaking wet from the water. That seemed odd to me. I never remembered wearing my night clothes in any dream I had ever had. Something was off. Everything was too realistic to be any sort of dream I was having. Something inside me felt that I was being watched, and that this was real.
Then that I saw it. A small twinkling fire, glimmeriing behind the thick of the smothering trees. I felt drawn to it somehow. As if I knew I should not go near it, but my feet still carried me there. The one fire quickly became two small fires, then three, four, five fires. As I drew closer I realized the lights were on a pathway that led into the jungle.
I began to follow these lights as if they were beckoning me in. There was a certain feeling in the air that seemed almost haunting. It was haunting is such a sense that I can barely describe how I felt, but it was sweet to smell, and bitter to taste.
After a few minutes of following these lights, I sensed I was not alone. I frantically looked around but saw nothing. I heard a quiet rustle of leaves, but saw nothing. I stood there not knowing what to do, when I realized something was behind me. Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw two glowing yellow eyes staring at me from the part of the path that had not been lit up yet. My knees shook and my mind was telling me to turn around. Behind me there was only the lights now, and I could not turn back. Suddenly all the lights grew brighter, and I was shocked to see that the yellow eyes belonged to those of a young boy. His stare bore into me, and I fell backwards onto the path.The boy fumbled for a small horn he carried, took one last look at me, blew into the horn, and ran away. A queer sound filled everything space of the jungle that was left, and echoed among every crevice available.
Muffled shouts were heard, while I sat there frozen in shock. Trees began to rustle, the ground began to shake, and I saw them. I saw them running with knives, with spears, with arrows. I saw them running after me.
Instinct kicked into my legs and I ran into the jungle, away from the lights. Without shoes, my feet were cut on rocks, sticks, and plants. Branches swiped the sides of my face and body. Roots from trees beckoned me to fall. But, the screams of whatever was behind me propelled me forwards.
They were gaining on me, and blurs of blue and purple began to shoot past my head. I did not know what was happening, but I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I shot around trees and bushes, and was running alongside an enormous rock. I was so close to escaping, so close...my legs were about to give way...when suddenly I collided with something, and fell hard to the ground.
My breath was knocked out of my lungs, but I was picked up by someone to be carried to safety.
At first I thought they had caught me, but soon realized I was being carried away from my attackers. I covered my head for fear of getting hit by whatever was shooting past us as we desperately tried to escape. Our predators seemed to be gaining on us, and just when I felt surely we’d be caught, I found myself being swept into a small hiding place underneath the ground.
For a moment, we just lay there, unable to think about where we could possibly be, or if we were dreaming. I realized he had been running too, and he took my hand and in panic breathing, “Follow me!”
We ran as fast as I’ve ever run until he brought me to a ditch that turned into a tunnel under ground. He turned to me and put his hand over my mouth mouthing “Shhh”. The people chasing us ran by, shouting and screaming, and some of them weeping. They were dressed in black clothes decorated with gold and red feathers. They had deep black hair and dark skin. I did not get the glimpse I wanted of them, but I knew they were like nothing I had seen before.