Oct 03, 19__
I fall too fast...
I remind me.
I fall too fast...
As she looks at me.
I fall too fast...
She approaches me.
I fall too fast...
Sits next to me.
I fall too fast...
She talks to me.
I fall too fast...
She touched me.
I'm falling too fast...
She smiles at me.
I'm falling too fast...
She danced with me.
I'm falling too fast...
She held me.
I'm falling too fast...
She is kind to me.
I'm falling too fast...
She kissed me.
I've fallen too fast...
She came home with me.
I've fallen too fast...
She curled up with me.
I've fallen too fast...
She slept with me.
I fell...
And she ran from me....
Toothy Shadows
Somewhere deep within the city, while the inhabitants quietly slumber,
something swiftly moved from shadow to shadow. If a passer-by happened
to see it through the corner of their eye, they would simply have
mistook it for the silhouette caused by moonlight through trees. This
dark form, however, didn't truly exist in the realm of the physical eye.
No, it was of a different nature and it had a purpose that moonlit night
as it slid across the ground toward a small apartment building. Without
hesitation, it scaled the wall, stopping from time to time to peer upon
the sleeping forms within, in search of something.
On the fifth floor slept sixteen-year-old girl, Kimberly Harrison. Her
long red hair clung to her unnaturally pale skin as she tossed and
turned in her powder blue nightgown. A moan escaped her lips as she
squeezed her eyes tight against whatever horrors tried to take hold of
her dreams, Kicking at her blankets in a vain attempt to fight off the
invisible intruder. Something fell from the ceiling to land upon her
cheek, a sticky, slimy substance that glistened in the moonlight. As the
girl sleepily attempted to wipe it off her face another drop landed on
her hand.
Finally she was able to pull herself out of the nightmare to find
herself staring up into the pit of darkness that was once her ceiling.
Around the edge of the walls a set of jagged teeth emerged and a long
whip like tongue dangled from the centre, dripping saliva onto the girl.
Before she could regain her wits the tongue shot out at her like a
spear, piercing her shoulder, pinning the child to the bed and causing a
shooting pain to rip through her body. She watched in horror as yet
another tongue emerged from the depths of the creature's mouth and began
to whip around before her eyes. As the second tongue flew towards the
girl she let out an ear-shattering scream.
Kimberly fell out of bed, flailing her arms about wildly. Her screams
could be heard throughout the tiny apartment, resonating off the walls.
Slowly she began to calm down, and as she pulled her arms from around
her head she could see she was alone in her room; a stream of sunlight
shone across the ceiling telling her that once again the night was over
and she would have to face another day. She lay still in the middle of
her room for a moment, trying to regain her breathe before rising to her
feet and fixing her nightgown. She took a look around the little room to
get her bearings. All around her were boxes, boxes of things that only
weeks ago she had neatly packed away for what felt like the hundredth
time.
She turned to gaze at herself in the dresser mirror. Her face had a
childlike appearance to it, soft round cheeks, dabbled with a sprinkling
of freckles surrounded by long flowing fiery red hair, made her appear
to be twelve instead of sixteen, now her eyes; that was entirely
different. People used to say the eyes were a window to one's soul. If
that were true then this girl's eyes showed a soul that had been torn
into a million pieces and scattered to the winds. So tired were those
eyes that they looked like they belonged to someone twice her age. She
found herself transfixed by her own eyes, a deep dark orange with flakes
of white. She sometimes wondered if those eyes really belonged to her.
So many people have mentioned how beautiful and unique they were, yet
she felt someone so ordinary as herself did not deserve anything
beautiful.
She gazed deeper into her eyes in search for the other person that hid
deep within. She knew that girl was in there somewhere, could sometime
feel her trying to crawl her way out of the depths from which she had
fallen. Kimberly took a deep breath and closed her eyes; it became a
ritual of hers, she didn't want the girl to come out while she was not
in the safety of her own home, so she would force her deeper inside with
every passing day. Slowly, Kim turned away from her image until her
eyes fell on a small picture frame sitting on the corner of her dresser.
She gently picked up the frame and gazed upon the photo within.
The photo was of a beautiful young lady with shoulder length reddish
brown hair. Although the woman had a smile on her face, her eyes also
conveyed otherwise. The girl lightly touched the photo and whispered to
herself, "Good morning, mother." She set the photo back down, then
cautiously began to move about the room to find her new school uniform
hanging on a hook attached to the back of the door to her new room. She
took the cloths off the hook and carefully placed them neatly upon her
bed, being sure to smooth out any wrinkles that appeared. She examined
the uniform for a moment before pulling off her nightgown and
attentively took each article off the hanger before slowly putting on
each layer. Kim turned to peer at herself in the mirror as she fixed the
tie in place, making certain that it was straight. She then pulled on
the sleeves of the blue blazer until only the tips of her fingers could
be seen peeking out. Not even the sight of herself in a new uniform
could cheer her up this morning. She felt lost in its folds, almost as
if she was not worthy of wearing such fine uniform as this.
Only when she felt she was ready did she dare venture out of her room.
Silently she opened her door and poked her head out, glancing up and
down the long narrow hall. When she was sure the coast was clear she
crept out of her room, only stopping for a moment to take a peek inside
the next room. It was also filled with boxes, and a double bed stood in
the middle, its blankets undisturbed. The girl backed up and continued
to weave her way through the boxes and clutter.
Eventually she found her way to the kitchen. She looked around one more
time and only when she was certain she was really alone did she let
herself breathe. Quickly she opened a box marked "Pots" and dug around
until she found a frying pan, setting it on the stove. She then opened
the fridge and grabbed two eggs and some bread. The eggs popped and
crackled with life on the pan as she buttered the bread, then grabbed a
plate from yet another box. When she was finished eating, she washed all
the dishes and set them in a drain rack that she found with the plates.
At last she picked up her school backpack and took one last glance
around the apartment, knowing far too well that she would have to unpack
everything herself this weekend.
*****
To be Continued...
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