PROLOGUE
“I hear muffled footsteps coming toward me.
Panic races through me.
Between heartbeats, I hear him
His evil hushed voice calling for me.
Silence.
I hold my breath!
The flash of the bright lights, blinds my vision.
A click, and another bright flash.
Shots of pain tear into my head, taking all thoughts away.
The light rips through me
“No!” I cry with a pleading sob.
My skin begins to crawl
I cover my eyes.
1,2,3,4,5
Memories explode inside
6,7,8,9,10
Realization comes crashing into me with sheer terror
1,2,3,4,5
A shaking sob burst from me.
6,7,8,9
“No, no no no”
10.
The flashes stop, and the room fades to silence. My heart pounds so loudly I worry my eardrums will burst. I open my eyes, squinting against the light. A different
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I opened my front door and was instantly blinded by the sunlight, which also caused me to sneeze. I glanced through my purse for my sunglasses, but couldn’t find them so I proceeded onto my walk-around porch, and carefully walked down my nine concrete steps to the walkway which went to our sidewalk. It felt like such a dreadfully long walk that day. I climbed up into her brand new 2002 Ford Expedition that I had not ridden in before and told her how nice it was. Willow was not a close friend, but was very kind. In reality, I felt more like a project to her since I had had a nervous breakdown and had been admitted to a psychiatric hospital in Arkansas for three weeks. I had agreed to let her take me to my new therapist because I couldn’t make myself drive there. I was wishing I would have canceled my appointment, and gone back to …show more content…
I can’t pretend forever, I grew up peacefully living in a beautiful log cabin by a river of yellow flowers, cascading through towering majestic mountains and deer prancing off in the distance. After all, I can't keep trying to convince myself I grew up feeling safe, and secure. I have to admit the truth: the blood did come from my body. The bruises, the broken bones, and the torn clothes were mine. If I ever wanted to move forward, the Forgotten Girl in me must be
Darkness seeped from the edges and the world around me began to fade as I counted back from 10. Twelve hours later, a soft “ouch” escaped my breath as the nurses transferred me from one bed to another; just like that, I was out again for the night.
It was a dark, rainy night. Anna was driving alone on the wet streets of Portland, Oregon to her parents’ house. Her windshield wipers were waving like crazy, and her headlights were not shining bright. When then she knew that all safety was lost, in this closed off forest, in my small car. The radio was screaming fun jazz music to lighten the mood. Though Anna was tired and weak wishing for the drive to be over. Little did she know her life was about to change, for the better and worse.
As she opens her eyes, the vast space is lit up and I experience the
The voices in my head become a swelling crescendo. I forcefully grab my head in between my hands as the words echo through my skull. Pain pulsates with every word. I squeeze my temples hard with my palms but the pain is unbearable. Clawing at my face, a scream rips through me; sapping every last drop of energy in my body. Like a rag doll, I collapse onto the cold concrete floor as a growing darkness overcomes me.
heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint at any minute. I saw
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
I hear my sister’s drawl and think desperately about a light fixture, this one big, with crystal chains and gold bars. I can feel the mattress slipping below my back.
My body is being hit with one thousand needles. Suddenly, the halo of a car’s headlights ran past and scalded me. It imbues into my body with chill and frigid feeling.
I’ve always enjoyed pretending to be someone I’m not. When I was younger, I wasn’t confident; I was afraid to be myself, so I used acting as an escape. Since the sixth grade, I’ve been heavily involved with my school’s various drama clubs and their productions. I was always happy to be on the stage; it never mattered to me if I was the lead or in the chorus as long as I was able to participate. Over the years, theatre has played a large role in shaping who I am today.
The white walls and floors, color unable to hold onto anything. Footsteps of nurses and doctors echoing down the hall that was closing in and cavernous all at the same time. The hard pleather covering of the most uncomfortable chair, or maybe it’s just that my nerves ache from the worry, fear, and confusion. The doom that I’m unable to shake prodding them like a soldering iron.
Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that I’m going to be under a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in.
An endless space of alternating sleepiness, awakening, drifting, silence and darkness were wrapping me few moments ago. “What is happening to me?”, I wondered silently while shocked by my suddenly tilting universe. I tried to react with any movement just to give a signal of life, a scream for help but I simply couldn’t.
I open my eyes abruptly. My pupils dilated and adjusted to the darkness. I sprang up. My body failed me and I fell straight onto the ground. I felt my head smash into the ground and my eyes closed.
I closed my eyes in confusion. A terrible noise of
Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? I had lost valuable seconds and drawn negative forces to me.