Workshop C...I think ?

Melissa Shaw
Creative Writing
October 8, 2008
For the One I Loved

There was something about her, something about the way she talked and the way her hair fell on her shoulders. I stood there mesmerized by her beauty. There was no way that I could approach her. My body trembled with the fear of rejection. I tried to stand as close to her as I could just to hear her soft spoken voice, but the noise that filled the room was unbearable.

There I stood next to the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, unable to speak a word, or to hear anything because of the utter chaos that was going on in the world around me. The room was dark and I could barely see the crimson drapes that hung on the window in front of me. I felt like a bee in a swarm of people. The more and more I paid attention to my surroundings the further I saw my beauty slip away.

One moment, she stood next to me, the next she was down the hall disappearing into the darkness. I felt so alone and helpless without having her near me. It was as if I were an infant and my mother left me on the front step of a church crying hysterically. I tried to push my way through the crowd of people, but the closer I got to her the more her presence faded.

Suddenly, my heart began racing. From one beat to the next I could feel my heart slowly sink to the pit of my stomach. The girl whom I was falling for had slipped from my hands, and my soul felt like a barren desert wasteland. I felt as if I was punched in the stomach in more ways than one, like a force was holding me back from her.

The more I tried to move down the never-ending hallway the harsher the pain had gotten. I thought to myself, "Is this girl worth all the pain I am enduring?" The pain got more intense, it felt as if some outside force had gone into my abdomen and twisted my intestines. I could feel myself being ripped apart from the inside out as I fell on to the floor. There was something…something terribly wrong.

I could feel someone or something slowly whisper in my ear that everything would be okay. I looked around me and there was no one. There was no longer anyone surrounding me…I was left alone. I could not take my hand from my stomach; the pain was so unbearable. I looked down because I felt dampness, as I lifted my hand it was saturated in blood. I could not stop myself from thinking "Oh my God! I'm dying…I'm going to die here alone."

The more I thought about the girl I had fallen in love with the more the blood came protruding out of my abdomen. I didn't know what to do. I slowly began to rise from the floor, trying to make my way down the hall and some force from behind me pushed me forward. It was like being hit by a sixteen wheeler. As I flew forward all I could see was darkness and images of my life floating past me. Images of the bitter emptiness I had felt for years. The pain I went through with my dead-beat drunken father beating me day in and day out. The prostitute of a mother I had that made my life a living hell. Then finally images of the girl I had laid eyes upon; the girl who would take away my worries and pain.

With these scattered images floating about and being shoved forward, I came to a halt, and what lay ahead of me was the most horrific thing I had ever seen in my life. My dream girl, the one with whom I had gazed upon a few moments before was being mauled before my eyes. She was cut with a sharp razor blade several times leaving the markings of a hex on her by this force unbeknownst to me. I looked around searching to fight off this person, only to see that no one was there. The more I looked at my "girl" the more gruesome it got. Her limbs were now removed and her body completely decapitated.

Suddenly her lifeless body lay before me, my hands covered in blood. What had happened? God, did I do something wrong? All of the sudden I felt my chest pull outward and I felt my soul float out of my body. I was a spirit floating above my body looking down. As I looked down toward my body I heard myself say "Dies Irae." I had no clue what this meant, but I could tell you it was Latin. I felt my soul soar as if it were trying to defeat the demon that had now possessed my body.

I saw my now possessed body move quickly down the darkened hallway. The only things to provide light to the hallway were the candelabra's. My eyes were glaring with rage as my body got closer and closer to the people who were initially surrounding me. My demon possessed body entered a room at the end of the hallway. The room painted in the palest of white and the wooden floor creaked as you walked across it. My body had made itself known. "My name is Lived" he said sternly. All the chatter that was going about in the room ceased.

People were now trembling at the sight of my demon possessed body. It was as if they knew something was going on. They knew that something terrible was going to come out of this. The porcelain white walls had suddenly become blood stained as blood came trickling out of each crack. "Lived" lifted his hands and pronounced "Dies Irae" again.

Each person in the room looked blankly at one another in shock they could not believe what was happening. Someone whispered…"Does anyone know what he is saying?" Slowly the whisper was passed around the room, and once the whisper came to one young man he said "He's saying The Day of Wrath. He's speaking Latin." The room hushed as "Lived" began speaking in tongues. His eyes drawn outward from his face as if they were to pierce every human soul in the room, the walls began to shake, and people began running down the lit hallway that ran off of the room.

"God, help us!" they all screamed as they were running away. You could hear the silent prayers of people as they began to flee the area of "Lived", but as soon as they began their prayers the voices were silenced. "Lived" had taken the power of verbal prayer away from them. The room was filled with the sound of stomping feet, like a heard of wild animals fleeing a predator. Then it came to a stop, all those who were running fell to the ground.

© October 2008