25 October, 2012

A Nightmare


I walked outside of the run down trailer into the pouring rain. It’s been a downpour for days. The once hard ground had turned into a swamp that dragged you down as you tried to hide for cover. The ground was so soft that most of the trailers in the park were being sucked down into the ground. The entrances were drowning in the mud. It wasn’t worth trying to dig it out when you knew that death was not far behind you.
I crawled my way through the mud and debris, hoping to find something to defend myself with. A rotting and rusting trailer was illuminated by the sudden flashes of lightening. The door was hanging off of the hinges and the windows were boarded up. The previous owners thought that that would help protect them against the oncoming attacks.
But, they were wrong.
Everyone was wrong.
I carefully made my way into the trailer, trying not to cut myself on anything. The world didn’t yet know what caused this awful disease.
Lightening flashed again and thunder rumbled loud overhead. The lightening illuminated the inside of the trailer just enough for me to look around. A crowbar was laying on the floor not too far away.
Thunder rumbled again and then all was silent. The rain had stopped pounding on the metal roof. In the not too far distance, moaning could be hear.
Shivers went up my spine. The sound of death was closing in.
I grabbed the crowbar, and spilled a few drawers onto the floor. There had to be a flashlight and batteries in here somewhere. There had to be.
But, there wasn’t.
The moaning was louder and I knew that I had to get out of there. Fast.
I ran out of the door, and looked around the swampy area. Most of the trailers were sinking fast into the ground. There was no where to hide.
I ran down the muddy street, hoping to catch a quick glimpse of a hideout. Something that could last through the night.
A trailer off to the side stole my attention. The whole side of it had been ripped open by God knows what. I could see every room inside clearly.
My heart suddenly dropped into my stomach and I became nauseous. My hand immediately went over my mouth to make sure no sounds came out. But, my dread overwhelmed me.
Inside the trailer were about three dead heads tearing a man apart. They growled and clawed at each other like wild animals to make sure the other didn't take its food.
Then the one looked up at me. My eyes met his dead ones, and I knew that it was all over.
I ran as fast as I could down the road, knowing that death was biting at my heels. I caught sight of a house, and ran straight towards it, pushing myself all the harder.
I pried away the boards and threw them aside. They weren't of any use now or later.
Once I got in the house, I locked the door. Hoping to add a few seconds of lost time to my life. I pushed a nearby desk up against the door, and turned to look for more.
The moaning was louder than ever. I could hardly focus. They scratched and gnawed at the door, trying to get in to rip me apart.
The room was nearly empty. Nothing was heavy enough to help reinforce the door.
I was going to be stuck in this empty place while the outside is surrounded by those monsters.
I turned around as the door splintered behind me. A wide gaping hole appeared on the door, and the dead tried to fight their way through.
It was an awful sight. Their skin was pulled tight over their gray bones. Their eyes were glossed over, and an endless hunger burned deep within.
A pain shot through my ankle, and I dropped to the ground. To my horror, a dead head was ripping my foot open. I kicked it in the face, but only as a natural defense.
 Once I felt that pain, I knew that I was already dead.

06 June, 2012

who am i?

you're supposed to make me feel pretty
instead you make me feel ugly.
you're supposed to love me for me
all you want to do is change me.
you say you want to make me happy
when i realize it, i'm far from it.
i want you to love me, i want to be me.
but when i'm with you, i can't be.
i'm only half of who i am.
the other something i'm really not.

07 March, 2012

Struggling to be Free

I want to be free,
To see all that I can see.
I want to wander the open fields,
To breathe in the other airs.
I don't want to sit at home,
And stare out the window alone.

I want to go to Oregon,
To live at one with nature.
I want to go to England,
To live in a cottage with my garden.
I want to go to the mountains,
So I won't be judged and ruled by others.

I want to be free.
To see all that I can see.
But, you're keeping me back.
From giving me a good story.

05 March, 2012

Miles Away

I was sitting on my boyfriend’s porch steps for what felt like an eternity. Only a couple of hours before, I had to watch him and his family pack the rest of their belongings into the cars, and drive miles away from me. It was the most sickening feeling I had ever felt. The one person who had the biggest and most positive influence on my life had to leave without me.

Tears swelled up began to sting my eyes. I wiped my arm across my eyes, and went inside the now empty house.

I never could have imagined this home being empty. It felt so lonely. I slowly made my way upstairs into his old bedroom. I sat down in the middle of the room, and looked at the empty space and walls. This room broke my heart the most.

Everywhere I looked, a scene from my memory played out in my mind. I looked over at the window, and imagined his bed placed underneath.

I remember when we sat side by side with a blanket wrapped around us, and stared out of the winder at the moon for hours.

I took a deep breath to stifle back the oncoming tears, and the smell of him filled my nose.

Never had I felt so empty. All of my future plans were wrapped around him. Now what do I have? Nothing.

I would do anything to have him back by my side.

I missed him so much. I miss how his hand always found its place in mine. I miss the comfort I felt when I looked into his eyes. I will always miss when he kissed me, and told me how much he loved me.

Now I was left alone in this house with my memories. There was nothing that I could do. There is nothing left to me.