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Fear
The darkness had finally overtaken me. The man, the murderer, had disappeared, leaving me alone in the shadows. It was pitch-black, so dark that I thought it was only a small nightmare. But it was worse because without that light in the distance, I was alone in my suffering.
I held my knees, aware of every sound. Every hiss, gargle, screech of something unknown in the void. I sobbed openly, terrified of what was going to happen to me. Even dying was better than this.
At a cry, I stifled my own crying and strained my ears. Was someone with me?
Another cry sounded and I started crawling in that direction. Each step I took seemed to make the shadows cling more to me until I was ready to give up.
But a face popped up in front of me and I screamed because it was me. I was looking at myself, sitting in the ground and sobbing, my makeup sticky on my face.
I wanted to crawl away from this horror but the face, so familiar and yet so strange, looked at me and with an unhumane shriek, she jumped on me, her teeth bared.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding as I clawed someone's arm. Someone was choking me, their arm around my neck. I realized with a sickening dread that I was back in the forest with the man, the damn murderer, still holding me in his grip. Black spots crawled into my eyes as I tried to breathe, hitting the man with all my might.
I finally ripped through, my throat burning, and I ran blindly, covering my eyes from the bite of hanging branches.
It seemed that I had run for hours when I stumbled into someone. I screamed, thinking that the murderer had caught up to me. But instead, an elderly face looked at me in concern.
"What happened darling?"
I pointed behind me to the murderer that had surely been behind me but there was nothing except the light of the forest and an inviting embrace into its arms.
The murderer was gone. But his presence remained. I turned my head slowly to see the elderly man, now gone, as the murderer stared up at me with a creepy smile.
I closed my eyes.
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This is the end of Nightmare & Fear. The two pieces show that anxiety can lead to bad mental health effects. The murderer symbolizes stress that a person has and one day, some might not take it anymore.
Please pay attention to the people around you and help them when you can.
@Merc646
-Part 2 of Nightmare. I hope you enjoyed both writings :)
© Andri
I held my knees, aware of every sound. Every hiss, gargle, screech of something unknown in the void. I sobbed openly, terrified of what was going to happen to me. Even dying was better than this.
At a cry, I stifled my own crying and strained my ears. Was someone with me?
Another cry sounded and I started crawling in that direction. Each step I took seemed to make the shadows cling more to me until I was ready to give up.
But a face popped up in front of me and I screamed because it was me. I was looking at myself, sitting in the ground and sobbing, my makeup sticky on my face.
I wanted to crawl away from this horror but the face, so familiar and yet so strange, looked at me and with an unhumane shriek, she jumped on me, her teeth bared.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding as I clawed someone's arm. Someone was choking me, their arm around my neck. I realized with a sickening dread that I was back in the forest with the man, the damn murderer, still holding me in his grip. Black spots crawled into my eyes as I tried to breathe, hitting the man with all my might.
I finally ripped through, my throat burning, and I ran blindly, covering my eyes from the bite of hanging branches.
It seemed that I had run for hours when I stumbled into someone. I screamed, thinking that the murderer had caught up to me. But instead, an elderly face looked at me in concern.
"What happened darling?"
I pointed behind me to the murderer that had surely been behind me but there was nothing except the light of the forest and an inviting embrace into its arms.
The murderer was gone. But his presence remained. I turned my head slowly to see the elderly man, now gone, as the murderer stared up at me with a creepy smile.
I closed my eyes.
_____________________________
This is the end of Nightmare & Fear. The two pieces show that anxiety can lead to bad mental health effects. The murderer symbolizes stress that a person has and one day, some might not take it anymore.
Please pay attention to the people around you and help them when you can.
@Merc646
-Part 2 of Nightmare. I hope you enjoyed both writings :)
© Andri
