The Monster (1)

The monster

She opens her eyes. An endless ocean of black fills her vision. She blinks trying to cast the darkness away. But the veils of darkness still looms over her body. She tries to move but a cold wall, inches away from her face pins her to the ground.

Distressed she stares into the empty void pressing down on her. Questions start to form in her mind. ~am I asleep?, Have I gone blind.....am I dead.~ Seconds become minutes and minutes become hours.... or so she thinks, she has completely lost any concept of time.

She puts her hands against the form wall on top of her,hoping to push away from the darkness. She manages to move her body a few inches, her nails clawing at the hard wall and her legs scraping against the cold floor. But the top of her head hits another hard surface and she is forced to stop.

Suddenly, she hears a creaking noise coming from above. Something is on the other side. She can definitely hear a squeaking sound, faint but clear. But as swiftly as it started, the sound stopped. She is once again plunged into complete silence.

Then, a dreary thought sneaks into her mind.~ I'm buried. Buried alive.~ It seems obvious now. The sound she just heard was her coffin groaning under the weight of the dirt above. She is trapped. A feeling of claustrophobia builds up in her heart.

A cry of utter despair and hopelessness bursts out of her lungs.

“Help!” she shouts. But she knows it is all in vain. Nobody can hear her. Even if they could her voice came out so wrong.... hoarse and dead. Her eyes wet. A warm tear drops on her cheek. She didn’t want it to end this way. She had dreams, family, friends. She had her life.....right? She tried to sort through her memories But she could't the despair was to much for her to handle.

She closes her eyes. Praying  that her torture ends quickly.

After an indefinite amount of painful minutes, she begins to drift away, her existence slowly washing off the face of the earth. But then, she hears a sound. At first, she can’t determine what it is, but slowly she recognizes the familiar whooshing sound of a strong breeze. She must be very close to the surface. New hope is planted in her heart. She starts yelling again, hoping to catch the attention of anyone passing near her. But still her voice comes off wrong, so wrong. Can't worry about that now though-

Suddenly, she hears a loud thump. The roof of her coffin bends inwards, the cold surface now pressing down on her face. She turns her head sideways, to allow for breathing space. Something has fallen on her coffin. Is it dirt, about to crush her? No, it can’t be. Whatever caused the bend-in is still moving.

Maybe she isn't buried. But if that isn’t the case, then where is she? A shiver runs down her spine. A question she should have thought earlier pops into her mind. ~How did she end up here? ~she realizes she has no recollection of past events. Where was she and what was she doing? Her memory is completely blank nothing, just a deep aching want, no Need. She needed out.

But she couldn’t give it another thought, as a creaking sound breaks the silence once more. The bend-in above her subsides, indicating that the weight on top has shifted. She can very faintly hear a whimpering sound, like someone is trying to muffle their crying. Suddenly, a flash of light blinds her. She looks to her right. A little crack has appeared in the blackness that surrounds her, allowing a sliver of light to invade her world of darkness.

Her heart jumps. This is her escape. She extend her hand, her fingers touching the edge of the crack. She is surprised to find not the hard surface she imagined, but a smooth and soft cloth, that parts under her light touch. She pushes with her fingers, the velvet-like material apart, creating a hole big enough for her hand to pass through.

With another push, her hand exits the dark prison and enters the world of light. The fresh air cools her skin, while she blindly explores her surroundings with her hand. At first, her palm lands on a cold surface that seems to extend far beyond her reach. But moving her hand up, she again comes in contact with the soft material.

She grabs onto it, trying to determine how far up it goes. She starts climbing up the cloth with her hand. But almost immediately, her fingertips reach the edge of the strange fabric.

Suddenly, a high-pitched screech pierces her ears.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

After a few seconds, she hears a door opening. “What is it, sweetie?”

“A monster is under my bed!