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Something warm brushed away my hair from my neck. I didn’t open my eyes. The fear that gripped my soul wouldn’t let me so I let my other sense take over. I listened. I could hear footsteps walking away, fading from my hearing. Yet they still echoed inside my head. I breathed in. I could smell the soft, sweet aroma of cut gr*censored* mixed with the sharp, rust of blood. I tried to feel. But I couldn’t move. I was stiff like rusted metal. However I could feel something rough, and prickly rubbing against my neck.
I tried to remember… Voices. Ringing in my ears. Shouting. Screaming. A man. Someone I know. Laughing as the scream grew louder. I tried to shout. Yell for help. But my mouth was already open. I was screaming… My eyes flew open to a world I have never seen. Everything was spinning. Red, green, blue, white. All these colours merged into one blur that made up the place where I would die. As my vision settled I could see where I was. Huge giants were standing guard over my cowering frame, showering me in black shadows that slowly drowned my soul. The smell of rotten wood and metallic, damp earth suffocated my head and made me sick. I could taste the rusted, copper blood that I could feel trickling down my face. I could hear thunder screaming over my head, and tears falling from the stars peppering my frozen form. I again tried to move, but found myself suspended by a thick rope tied around my neck. I saw a figure appear behind one of the giants and walk slowly towards me… He climbed up the platform, so that he was stood behind me, his ice cold hands making the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as he tightened the rope. His rancid, hot breath washed over my face as he whispered into my ear…
“When you wish upon a star…” I heard something snap. The rope tightened. And I was among the twinkling dots known as stars to the living. But as I looked back down, I saw a girl. Swinging slowly in the gentle breeze that had gripped the forest. Her long dark hair flowed over her pale white face that glowed in the darkness that is called night. Her limbs hung lifeless by her sides, her bare arms were also glowing serenely. I blinked. The girl I was looking at was me.
I closed my eyes and wished with all my heart…
If I could feel I would have felt my soul burst into flames as I transformed into a twinkling dot. If I could hear I would have heard my murderer’s last gasp leave his pathetic body. If I could see I would have seen his own soul sink beneath the earth into the depths of hell. If I could smell I would have smelt the rotting corpses that lay beneath me. If I could speak I would have whispered “Your dreams come true…”
Enolaa
The Boy Next Doors Imaginary Friend
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