Darkness

• Tayler Buckley, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2012

Darkness, too dark for the eye’s to see, I can feel something sticky, warm, trickling down my back to my thighs all way to my ankles. I look down to see a shiny crimson liquid spread across my flesh. BLOOD! I can’t think of that right now, not now. I have to find somewhere to hide, HE’s after me. The deserted street is still, soundless yet has a sense of hazard lingering in the air. In fact the only sound that can be heard for miles is my staggered breathing more uneven than a mountain top and my heart racing faster than an Olympic runner. Thud, thud, thud my footsteps faster and faster gradually getting louder and louder. Sprinting down the uneven cobblestone street, I hit something in my path. Something rigid, hard, unbreakable even.
I plummet to the ground. It’s cold and bumpy, the raw autumn air circling my head blowing my hair in a chaotic knot all over my face. Oh no the same sticky warm feeling only dripping down my forearms. I reluctantly look down not wanting to know what’s happened because I can already guess. None the less I have to see the damage. A mixture of scarlet blood, dark plum bruises mingling across the spaces of my arm leaking out of a slice from my elbow to my wrist. A combination wet blood and sewage makes me retch with disgust as the putrid smell wafts up my nostril making my brain fuzzy and unable to think.
I want to scream, my injuries are driving me crazy with pain but I have to hold it in for my own safety. Finally I have to give in it hurts so badly, I let out a scream. Uh-oh I’m in trouble now. But somehow I feel better almost even though I’m lying in the middle of the road in pitch black, bleeding- no dying, my heart racing, my ear drums throbbing making me almost deaf. Instant shock was sent down my spine almost like being possessed I felt the same but somehow different dangerous but safe. A shadow creeps over the moon. It’s over. I’ll just lay here and let him win.