|Deaths Open Arms
Author: AlfieTimewolf PM
A short story of a girl who manages to escape from her Mother and the prison she had to call Home, but when she does get out the weather is far from kind to her. What happens in the end? read and find out.Rated: Fiction K - English - Horror - Words: 548 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-08-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2761817
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I crashed through the thick wooden door of the prison I had called home for so long, the sky above me was dark and shrouded heavily by twisted grey storm clouds. A loud clap of thunder boomed through the darkness around me, which was soon fallowed by rain. A heavy, mood-dampening shower of rain.
My bare feet slapped against the puddle scattered road, soaking my already wet trousers. There was no one around, only the empty houses on either side of me. Their tall, worn red brick frames loomed over me as I ran passed. The windows were shadowed and the doors darker than they appeared during the day, they almost seemed like mouths. Calling me back, begging me not to leave them behind. But I had to go, I couldn't stay there any longer before I would snap, I could feel my sanity slipping away already. A little bit each day, soon I would have been no better than my mother.
Years of living in that hell house by herself had made her go insane, warped her mind beyond repair, it had only gotten worse over the years. The endless screams, the ear piercing shrieks, they were just a few of the things that pushed me away. Her eyes were empty and hollow now, no longer holding the joyful liveliness they had once possessed during her youth. Her mood was sour and unpredictable, she was merely but a shadow of her former self. Now only a shell that housed a dead soul, her pale skin lined with scars and her voice almost no longer able to speak like a human being. It was like she had lost the ability to talk, the only way she communicated now was with screams, sometimes hissing and growling and even snarling wildly like an animal.
Now though, it's all different.
I couldn't believe it, I was finally free. Free from fate and it's merciless clutches, free from my moody mother and most of all, free from that hell house of insanity I had been imprisoned in. It was so good to feel so live again, I felt as high as a kite soaring in a spring breeze. Freedom was like a new life, it was as if I had died and been reborn again. The silence all around me felt comforting, no more wordless screaming or angry yelling. Just Silence. Calm, Dead silence.
But while I was enjoying the feeling of freedom, I had neglected to notice that I had wandered out into the middle of the street and off of the side of the road. I froze as I stared into the blinding white lights, my body tensed as I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up on end. I closed my eyes and accepted what was about to happen to me, my freedom had tasted so sweet and I was still hungry for more. But, somewhere in the back of my mind I had known fate was going to catch up to me. I knew that my happiness could not last. Darkness consumed me as the fierce metal monster struck me, throwing me backwards into Death's open and welcoming arms.