The Night - Original Writing

It felt a little like I was back outside again, my lava tears streaking down my cheeks, making my tear ducts sting. The room closed in on me and my eyes scanned the space from left to right, spinning and dancing across my mother’s concerned look. I can’t say I was angry, that I felt some predictable rage or crippling sadness. I just felt numb, untouched and untouchable. It was as if I was floating in the air, accompanied by the words my father just spoke, chasing each other around in some chaotic tornado, and yet everything around me was still. There was no feeling really, just reaching and grasping for something to be different, failing to comprehend.

I reached the entrance of the school and the surroundings felt different. The hallways were usually crowded, filled with students trying to get to the next class. The hectic hallways were hazardous, with heavyhearted . The receptionist in the office told me where my testing room was. My proctor took me to the third floor of the school and she gave me the test. I went through the reading and math portion in a hour, although I didn’t understand the math. I was told that I was doing the Writing on Monday. When I left the building, my mind and body felt as if someone emptied out my insides, but there was no pain, just emptiness. I wasn’t sad, just

I can’t be this person anymore. I can’t lead this life. It hurts too much. I’m tired of loving, I hate you and I’m tired of hating I love you.” She whispered softly with a calming voice, though filled with sadness. The melody seemed to just flow out of her like a mountain stream tumbling up and down over weather-worn rocks just the sound of her voice made the room feel colder. Gritting my teeth and forcing myself to stand it was my turn to look away and study the white walls. I shook my head bewildered. The devil wasn’t finished yet with wrecking my life. I opened my mouth to respond, hoping to repair the damage, but nothing came out. It felt like my vocal cords were paralyzed. Ingrid sat there thinking, the renewed silence between us surpassed the previous one in its length and weight. Then some force greater than the craving for a drink hit me. I could feel it pressing on me like the compounded gravity inside some inescapable black hole. I willed a breath into my lungs hoping that fresh air might relieve my sense of suffocation from trying to absorb everything Ingrid had just told me, struggling to put it into some sort of order and context. It seemed forever before I managed to exhale. Ingrid finally stood up; upset she stared at me with a blank, uncomprehending

The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. Was the black entity back? She prayed not. Paralyzing terror had her lying motionless with her eyes closed as she strained to hear the slightest noise.

The heat was unbearable, but I forced myself to keep going. ‘Left,right,left,right again’, I thought. I ran as if my life depended on it and know that I think about I guess, in a sense it sort of did. Screaming out, I yelled “Sarah, Sophia, Jessica, Anybody?”. “Can you guys hear me, please come out!”, my voice echoed through the halls. I was met with silence. Doors were slammed one after another by the force of my hand. No one in my sight, Smoke was starting to cloud my vision, it grew hotter, coughing uncontrollably I marched on. Praying in my mind I checked the last room. Even in the smoke, the heat, I could make out something in the corner of my eye. I drew closer to the shiny object. Careful steps were made and soon I sighed a sigh of relief. The three girls in question were huddled up in a corner. “Guys….come….here..”,my voice was hoarse ,but they got the message loud and clear. Sophie, the energetic little blonde looked up. “Ray! You’re here!” Hugging them all tightly, I felt at peace hearing their voices and their even breathing, I let go once I reassured that they were safe. With Sophie in my arms, Sarah on my hip and my hand intertwined with Jess’s I turned abruptly Fire engulfed my vision. I felt my heartbeat faster as I stared death in the eye.‘Great, just great’,. My eyes scanned the room in a frantic hurry until the inally laid upon the window. Climbing out, I heard a chorus of fearful shrieks. I myself wanted to shriek, but I couldn’t I

“Stand up right now and put on your coat. We’ll be waiting for you in the car.” Having no idea what was going on, I swiftly dressed up, and in a minute was downstairs. Carefully driving, daddy occasionally looked at my mom. He said, “Everything will be okay, believe me.” In the wing mirror of the car, I recognized a woman, who had never shown her weakness before. Tears were slowly running down her face. Passing by glass buildings, we moved towards another part of the city. Floors of every building decreased. Streets narrowed. Every street was a reminder of my childhood. Trying to get rid of an idea floating in my head, I closed my eyes tight. In a few minutes, the sound of an ambulance broke a silence. I opened my eyes and recognized a familiar

I had been sitting perfectly still for what felt like hours, too scared to move or call out for fear of what may answer my call. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I was worried it was echoing through the room. I knew that there was someone in the cell next to me but she hadn’t woken up yet and I was beginning to worry that she might be dead.

The alarm bell screamed at me demanding I get out of bed to start my day. I sleepily groaned as I swung my arm blindly at the alarm. I grabbed my glasses that sat on the night stand next to my bed. I stood up and stumbled towards our all gray bathroom at the end of the hall. I jumped into the still cold shower and quickly washed my hair and body. As I got out of the shower, I grabbed my warm and soft cotton towel and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed my brush from the drawer and quickly brushed my dark- almost black hair. As I went to grab the facewash when I heard a raspy scream. I jumped and without thinking I grabbed the cold metal handle on the wooden door to see where the scream was coming from. I swiftly jerked the door open and saw Emily lying uncontrollably shaking on the floor. She looked so small and pale.

There was pure white with nothing at all, before a fading darkness started consuming the white and the lion opened his eyes. The shade of the tree blocked the light of the sun, where he rested his head upon the ground. He laid up and thought back with great concentration and pain trying to remember his life, to remember anything at all before it flooded over him in an instant. He remembered the plains of the savanna, his pride, his father, and their leader. In a stinging shock he remembers man, with their instruments of thunder and hail that strike with great sound. He was wondering aimlessly as most cubs do when the thunder of man’s instrument struck. He thinks back about awaking and being unable to move. All he sees is the plain and a

Bright green leaves weaved around each other in the warm breeze. Angela and I wandered through a field of green grass. Our strides silent against the soft ground while the waist high strands of grass tickled our sides.

Raven woke up in a cold sweat. She was panting hard with beads of sweat rolling down her face. “Oh thank god… It was only a dream.” She wiped the water from her forehead, but yet she knew something didn’t feel right.

After a long restless night, Allie had a servant draw a hot bath for her just after daybreak. She stepped in, sat down, and then let her entire body slip beneath the water. She held her nose as she wet her copper locks and soaped her head. She intended to bring the shine back- she did not like the dull creature that stared back at her from the mirror the night before. The hot water was soothing; it felt good on her tired body. After washing, she lay there and let the warm water soak the tiredness from her muscles. She guessed all the tossing and turning she done that night had exhausted her and caused her body to ache. She also felt a little queasy, which was way out of the ordinary; she was never ill. After laying there a few minutes, she fell fast asleep. Sometime later, the coolness of the water woke her- after drying off and dressing, she checked the time- it was nearly 8a.m. in the morning. She could not believe she had slept so long in the tub of water, however, her wrinkled fingers and toes told that she had. Amazingly, she felt quite relaxed and refreshed, as if she had had a full night’s sleep. When she went down for breakfast, Eli was not yet down. Her grandmother and grandfather were eating when she walked into the dining room. She smiled at them and asked how they were. Her grandmother gave her a once over and then said: “Allie, honey, you look beautiful this morning.”

The walls of the shaft violently shuddered, the ground shook, rocks tumbled and a deep rumbling sound filled my ears. The workers around me were yelling and running to safety, I ran too but I realised I had to go back and get it, I just had too. I blacked out and was awoken by Jim, he was shaking me, trying to get me back to consciousness. It felt like I was paralysed, I couldn’t move or talk. I looked around in a haze, there was no one in sight, all I could feel was the agonising pain in my leg. I looked down to my leg wrapped in a jacket, covered in blood. When I finally regained function I was bombarded by Jim questioning “why would you do that Robbie, why would you run into danger?”, I just stared blankly in response. “We are stuck in here, the rest got out, why would you go back?” he asked angrily. I replied with “I had to get this” while looking down to the small ratty teddy bear I held in the calloused palm of my hand.

It was the morning of my sixteenth birthday, the air was oddly still. The lack of noise was ominous. Despite these two odd facts, I threw my feet over the edge of my bed and sat up. Grabbing my phone from my nightstand, I pushed the home screen button, and checked to see if any of my friends had wished me a happy birthday. I looked at my phone with confusion, it had said it was 11:59 PM the previous day. Now disorientated, I shot up from my bed and opened my curtains. The sun was out, and the day looked eerily still. A glitch on my phone, I thought to myself.

The Saturday morning, when I did cleaning I saw a very beautiful box lay on my closet. I knew what is inside it, it is a neck chain John gave to me when we were together. I opened the box and brought the chain out; I started to remember old things…… It was also a Saturday, I went out the house in desperate search of deserted paths, beautiful trees, the smell of grass, the sounds of the sleepy city and something that would make me smile. Autumn was already in the air and I was thinking about how cruel was the world and how impossible was to be happy in it. It is not that I was broken hearted by I thought that my patience has come to its end. I looked at the sky and set at a bench, which was John and I usually set and talked dreams together. My eye got indistinct and tears flowed along my canthus. I looked up the sky, it was cloudy and gloomy, the cloud looked thick, gray, and muddy. I could not see where did the sun was, maybe the sun is afraid of the cold. Without the sun, the city was like the old tree that has lost its soul did not have any vigor.