Post by zaheera on Oct 29, 2015 18:31:24 GMT -6
I wrote this a long time ago, but my interest kind of stopped so I did not continue it since I stopped....Anyway here is it: c: Enjoy!
I welcome you to one of my many memories. A memory which I will never forget, or leave my mind. Even if I get hit in the head, or get Alzheimer's disease, I will never get that particular memory to leave me alone. My name is Nancy R. Grace. I have been living for 32 years now. Yet, this memory happened when I was just a young women of the age of 18. I have fear and pain lurking through my body every single day. A punch to the gut every once in a while as I go into deeper details. I sometimes get mental break downs. Yelling and hitting my head against the wall, trying to get rid of every last piece of the memory. It never did. Its like a devil lives inside of me, causing me to contain misery and extreme agony. I get flash backs of it.
The blood
The open flesh...
The Claw.
"Why do I have to find the fire-wood?" I complained crossing my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes in boredom. I first had to sit in the tight compact Volkswagen Beetle for 5 hours with my annoying siblings, and now I have to go into the mosquito invested forest to find some sort of fire-wood. My dad didn't reply to my question, he just pointed his index finger toward a little trail which was sliced in the middle of the forest and said, "Stay on the trail.". I looked to the trail. It looked like it has been trampled by a herd of cows. My dad walked beside me. Soon as I felt his hand touch my shoulder I looked up at him with a questioning look, "Okay." I said with a half sigh, half grunt. He gave me a little push toward the trail, which I would walk it off from there.
I pulled off a hair-band from my left wrist. As I did that simple action, I could almost hear the sound of it rub across my skin while I pulled it off. The forest was dead. Not a word or noise was herd. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up, making me shiver, "That's weird." I murmured under my breath. I pulled my golden brown hair into a messy bun while I continued walking down the curvy, muddy trail. The squish-like sound under my shoes would sound out with every step I took. I finally got so far up the trail, that the forest swallowed me whole. There is no one around, or at least I couldn't see them, "Where is the stupid fire-wood?!" I yell out crossing my arms again, and narrowing my eyes. I felt angry that my dad had sent me over to do this. Why can't my brother do that?! Huh, Dad? Jesus.... I thought to myself.
After a long half-mile walk I stopped in my tracks and looked around. Squinting my eyes, creating wrinkles between my eyebrows, and along the bridge of my nose. Seeing a single fire-wood on the ground made me release a scoff, "Oh, how lucky am I..." I murmured, picking the wood up from the ground. It was located leaning against the bark of the tree. The tree had pieces of its bark curling inwards all around it. It had low hung branches with thick leafs on every single part of the branch. I back up, with wide eyes. Ok...I'm going. I said to myself before speed-walking all the way down the trail.
I am pretty tough for a girl. I do not get scared easily, but I do have my fears. Yet, for some reason I felt paranoid. My speed-walking turned to a light jog, then into a run. This forest was really strange looking. It seemed like whenever I turn around to face back the way I came from, something is stalking me. I ran all the way back, turning around ever so often. Once I got spit out of the forest, I went to sit on the bench at the middle of the camp-site. Putting the single piece of wood beside me, while I took my time to gain my energy again.
~~
Pfft! Why did I even run, more or less speed-walk. I thought, There was nothing there...I am just being an idiot for even believing that crap. Suddenly a felt a cold feeling on the surface of my shoulder. Turning around quickly with a gasp. Soon as I caught what that was, I grabbed the piece of fire-wood and raised it above my head. Chucking it forward with an angry expression painted across my facial features, "Shawn! What the hell!" I yell at my younger brother, watching with a smirk as the fire-wood smashed into him. I could see his hands filled with ice, which ended up on the ground. My brother rubbed his head from the impact of the branch I threw.
"Ow..." he would pucker his bottom lip, making doggy eyes at me, "DAD!" he called with a shriek.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him. Running over to pick up the fire-wood, I planted it back on the bench where I laid it down the first time.
"DAD!" He called again. Now I could see our dad pop his head around the corner of the tent. I watched our dad came running over to us.
"What is going on?" He slowly looked at me. I held a sharp glare, and a poker-face while my dad observed on what jut happened, "Nancy?"
"Yeah?" I raised both my eyebrows for a second.
"Did you hurt your brother?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
I held my breath for a few seconds, using my mind to create a lie. After a few seconds I would shake my head and reply, "Nope, I did not hurt him. Shawn put his ice-cold hand on my shoulder, and I just yelled at him. I never hit him or..." I paused, "Yeah."
"Is that so?" He looked at Shawn.
"Nuh-Uh! Nancy is a lier, don't believe what she says!" He pleaded. I saw him glance a angry look at me, then a sad look at my dad. Rolling my eyes I would walk away, mumbling, "There is the fire-wood. I could only find that one." I quickly spoke before excusing myself from the Lawyer (My dad) and the victim (My Brother).
The day was changing, and it passed quickly today. It only felt like an hour, but in reality it was 3 hours. I walked into my small, red tent. The tent's inside looked awful. It had not been set up, and it had random stuff everywhere. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I picked up my sleeping bag. I looked at it first before opening it and spreading it across the floor of the tent. Using my hands to fix the angle of it, and to make it pretty nice looking. After 5 minutes of fixing my sleeping bag, I opened my bag to spill out all sort of equipment. I put every bathroom and shower needs in the pocket of the tent along the side, while the rest I stacked at the left side of the tent among the edge. Picking myself up to admire my organization skills, I noticed a familiar scent in the air. Chicken? No... I sniffed the air again, What is that smell?
I crawled out of my tent, zipping up the flap of it before continuing my way over to the smell. It got stronger and stronger. I followed it until I stopped with a jolt. There I stood a couple yards away from the forest edge. I took in a gulp of saliva before stepping back quickly and running toward my tent again. Shoving my self in quickly as possible. I crouched on top of my sleeping bag, as my heart raced from the running, Why did I run again!? I yell in my mind, shaking my head in frustration. I scratched the side of my head at an itch, before taking off my shoes and laying against the rough surface of the tent. It was not thick enough to cover the bare-ground which I still felt. My hair flailed out behind me, as my hands tucked under my cheek and one touching my dry lips.
My eyes close, and my body drifts off to sleep. I felt my body go limp, and my heart-rate weaken to mere beats. I felt that my breath from my lungs came out with calm puffs of carbon dioxide, while I breathed in the fresh air of nature around me. It felt....Strangely, relaxing.
I welcome you to one of my many memories. A memory which I will never forget, or leave my mind. Even if I get hit in the head, or get Alzheimer's disease, I will never get that particular memory to leave me alone. My name is Nancy R. Grace. I have been living for 32 years now. Yet, this memory happened when I was just a young women of the age of 18. I have fear and pain lurking through my body every single day. A punch to the gut every once in a while as I go into deeper details. I sometimes get mental break downs. Yelling and hitting my head against the wall, trying to get rid of every last piece of the memory. It never did. Its like a devil lives inside of me, causing me to contain misery and extreme agony. I get flash backs of it.
The blood
The open flesh...
The Claw.
"Why do I have to find the fire-wood?" I complained crossing my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes in boredom. I first had to sit in the tight compact Volkswagen Beetle for 5 hours with my annoying siblings, and now I have to go into the mosquito invested forest to find some sort of fire-wood. My dad didn't reply to my question, he just pointed his index finger toward a little trail which was sliced in the middle of the forest and said, "Stay on the trail.". I looked to the trail. It looked like it has been trampled by a herd of cows. My dad walked beside me. Soon as I felt his hand touch my shoulder I looked up at him with a questioning look, "Okay." I said with a half sigh, half grunt. He gave me a little push toward the trail, which I would walk it off from there.
I pulled off a hair-band from my left wrist. As I did that simple action, I could almost hear the sound of it rub across my skin while I pulled it off. The forest was dead. Not a word or noise was herd. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up, making me shiver, "That's weird." I murmured under my breath. I pulled my golden brown hair into a messy bun while I continued walking down the curvy, muddy trail. The squish-like sound under my shoes would sound out with every step I took. I finally got so far up the trail, that the forest swallowed me whole. There is no one around, or at least I couldn't see them, "Where is the stupid fire-wood?!" I yell out crossing my arms again, and narrowing my eyes. I felt angry that my dad had sent me over to do this. Why can't my brother do that?! Huh, Dad? Jesus.... I thought to myself.
After a long half-mile walk I stopped in my tracks and looked around. Squinting my eyes, creating wrinkles between my eyebrows, and along the bridge of my nose. Seeing a single fire-wood on the ground made me release a scoff, "Oh, how lucky am I..." I murmured, picking the wood up from the ground. It was located leaning against the bark of the tree. The tree had pieces of its bark curling inwards all around it. It had low hung branches with thick leafs on every single part of the branch. I back up, with wide eyes. Ok...I'm going. I said to myself before speed-walking all the way down the trail.
I am pretty tough for a girl. I do not get scared easily, but I do have my fears. Yet, for some reason I felt paranoid. My speed-walking turned to a light jog, then into a run. This forest was really strange looking. It seemed like whenever I turn around to face back the way I came from, something is stalking me. I ran all the way back, turning around ever so often. Once I got spit out of the forest, I went to sit on the bench at the middle of the camp-site. Putting the single piece of wood beside me, while I took my time to gain my energy again.
~~
Pfft! Why did I even run, more or less speed-walk. I thought, There was nothing there...I am just being an idiot for even believing that crap. Suddenly a felt a cold feeling on the surface of my shoulder. Turning around quickly with a gasp. Soon as I caught what that was, I grabbed the piece of fire-wood and raised it above my head. Chucking it forward with an angry expression painted across my facial features, "Shawn! What the hell!" I yell at my younger brother, watching with a smirk as the fire-wood smashed into him. I could see his hands filled with ice, which ended up on the ground. My brother rubbed his head from the impact of the branch I threw.
"Ow..." he would pucker his bottom lip, making doggy eyes at me, "DAD!" he called with a shriek.
"Shut up!" I yelled at him. Running over to pick up the fire-wood, I planted it back on the bench where I laid it down the first time.
"DAD!" He called again. Now I could see our dad pop his head around the corner of the tent. I watched our dad came running over to us.
"What is going on?" He slowly looked at me. I held a sharp glare, and a poker-face while my dad observed on what jut happened, "Nancy?"
"Yeah?" I raised both my eyebrows for a second.
"Did you hurt your brother?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
I held my breath for a few seconds, using my mind to create a lie. After a few seconds I would shake my head and reply, "Nope, I did not hurt him. Shawn put his ice-cold hand on my shoulder, and I just yelled at him. I never hit him or..." I paused, "Yeah."
"Is that so?" He looked at Shawn.
"Nuh-Uh! Nancy is a lier, don't believe what she says!" He pleaded. I saw him glance a angry look at me, then a sad look at my dad. Rolling my eyes I would walk away, mumbling, "There is the fire-wood. I could only find that one." I quickly spoke before excusing myself from the Lawyer (My dad) and the victim (My Brother).
The day was changing, and it passed quickly today. It only felt like an hour, but in reality it was 3 hours. I walked into my small, red tent. The tent's inside looked awful. It had not been set up, and it had random stuff everywhere. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I picked up my sleeping bag. I looked at it first before opening it and spreading it across the floor of the tent. Using my hands to fix the angle of it, and to make it pretty nice looking. After 5 minutes of fixing my sleeping bag, I opened my bag to spill out all sort of equipment. I put every bathroom and shower needs in the pocket of the tent along the side, while the rest I stacked at the left side of the tent among the edge. Picking myself up to admire my organization skills, I noticed a familiar scent in the air. Chicken? No... I sniffed the air again, What is that smell?
I crawled out of my tent, zipping up the flap of it before continuing my way over to the smell. It got stronger and stronger. I followed it until I stopped with a jolt. There I stood a couple yards away from the forest edge. I took in a gulp of saliva before stepping back quickly and running toward my tent again. Shoving my self in quickly as possible. I crouched on top of my sleeping bag, as my heart raced from the running, Why did I run again!? I yell in my mind, shaking my head in frustration. I scratched the side of my head at an itch, before taking off my shoes and laying against the rough surface of the tent. It was not thick enough to cover the bare-ground which I still felt. My hair flailed out behind me, as my hands tucked under my cheek and one touching my dry lips.
My eyes close, and my body drifts off to sleep. I felt my body go limp, and my heart-rate weaken to mere beats. I felt that my breath from my lungs came out with calm puffs of carbon dioxide, while I breathed in the fresh air of nature around me. It felt....Strangely, relaxing.