my—
All
of a sudden, I remembered them—the shadows, the metals. I must
be having a nightmare. They were moving quickly in my peripheral
vision. I couldn’t focus and make out the strange shapes that I
was seeing. The sound of swooshing air and metals colliding, like
wild animals, gnarling sounds came out of them. It sounded clear. It
sounded real. This was no dream. I didn’t know what happened,
but I found myself suddenly free from its solid hold. Realizing my
effort had nothing to do with it, I didn’t rationalize the
reason, I was going to get back to those later. I sprinted faster
than I thought possible without looking back. I ran toward my car as
fast as I could, got inside, slapped the door shut and locked all
doors.
As
soon as I found the key and knew that the ignition was on, I briefly
and quickly twisted myself to glance at the dark shadows before I
yanked my eyes back. I stepped on the gas, not even spending another
second to look closely. I took off from the parking lot. I bounced
the cooper and rounded the parking lot to get out into the street.
When I got to the main road, I accelerated faster than I was legally
allowed, until traffic forced me to slow down.
When
I got home, I ran upstairs, locked my room and sobbed at the thought
of my life ending that night. My fear crept up fast like gangrene.
Lying in bed, I felt alone all over again. How could I tell Steve
what I just saw or any of my friends. Surely,
Sam would believe me...will she? It’s
one thing to tell them about my fears and my vanishing nightmares,
how they all used to listen to the dark mysteries of my dreams and
comfort me, but to tell them I was attacked by an unknown.
I
don’t understand any of it. I felt cursed, like a dark cloud is
always hovering over me, waiting to take me into the darkness. I knew
none of it made sense, so I opened myself to the only possibilities
that’s right in from of me. It could only mean…I had
lost my mind or…what just happened to me was real—the
shadows were real. The latter, seemed to be the least plausible.
B ang,
Bang, Bang, Aiming at my target and ears covered by ear protection, I
shot Steve’s new Smith and Wesson bodyguard. I practically
missed every shot. Rob was smirking as he saw my effort. I think he
liked it when girls couldn’t shoot. Adam and Ryan were busy
cleaning and playing with the ammunition to notice my lack of
coordination. Airi, Avril and Michella were talking to Sam and her
new boyfriend.
Apparently
things have progressed rather quickly. Al seemed nice, charming even.
He had that boyish look that made him seem like a decent guy. Once
again, I tried aiming cautiously at my target, squinting my eyes to
get a better focus. I shot the weapon again and again. Then, I
assessed my progress.
“ Better,”
Rob said. “Who are you planning to kill?”
“ Oh,
you know, jerks here and there,” I smiled. Rob made a pass at
me once after I broke up with Cash. Everybody was rooting for us but
I never had any interest for him.
It didn’t take long until he started dating Michella. They were
better suited. She enjoyed things with him.
They
were a bit surprised when I initiated coming here. Shooting was never
an interest
of mine, but I knew a little about guns, since Steve used to take me
when I was little. Adam shot a Remington 700, he was way better at
this than I am since this had been their favorite past time. They
went with Mr. Rupert, Rob’s uncle, every month. The girls
tagged along, usually bored, except for Michella who enjoyed it as
much as Rob. I have never gone until now. Steve seemed to have
enjoyed coming. He took out his Mossberg 500 and gave it a go.
I settled for a pepper spray. I had one a while back, but for some
reason I had misplaced it. I didn’t even think about replacing
it until now. I unhooked my charger from my cell phone and put it in
my purse next to my pepper spray. Coming out of the house, I was
extremely cautious—looking behind all the way into
All
of a sudden, I remembered them—the shadows, the metals. I must
be having a nightmare. They were moving quickly in my peripheral
vision. I couldn’t focus and make out the strange shapes that I
was seeing. The sound of swooshing air and metals colliding, like
wild animals, gnarling sounds came out of them. It sounded clear. It
sounded real. This was no dream. I didn’t know what happened,
but I found myself suddenly free from its solid hold. Realizing my
effort had nothing to do with it, I didn’t rationalize the
reason, I was going to get back to those later. I sprinted faster
than I thought possible without looking back. I ran toward my car as
fast as I could, got inside, slapped the door shut and locked all
doors.
As
soon as I found the key and knew that the ignition was on, I briefly
and quickly twisted myself to glance at the dark shadows before I
yanked my eyes back. I stepped on the gas, not even spending another
second to look closely. I took off from the parking lot. I bounced
the cooper and rounded the parking lot to get out into the street.
When I got to the main road, I accelerated faster than I was legally
allowed, until traffic forced me to slow down.
When
I got home, I ran upstairs, locked my room and sobbed at the thought
of my life ending that night. My fear crept up fast like gangrene.
Lying in bed, I felt alone all over again. How could I tell Steve
what I just saw or any of my friends. Surely,
Sam would believe me...will she? It’s
one thing to tell them about my fears and my vanishing nightmares,
how they all used to listen to the dark mysteries of my dreams and
comfort me, but to tell them I was attacked by an unknown.
I
don’t understand any of it. I felt cursed, like a dark cloud is
always hovering over me, waiting to take me into the darkness. I knew
none of it made sense, so I opened myself to the only possibilities
that’s right in from of me. It could only mean…I had
lost my mind or…what just happened to me was real—the
shadows were real. The latter, seemed to be the least plausible.
B ang,
Bang, Bang, Aiming at my target and ears covered by ear protection, I
shot Steve’s new Smith and Wesson bodyguard. I practically
missed every shot. Rob was smirking as he saw my effort. I think he
liked it when girls couldn’t shoot. Adam and Ryan were busy
cleaning and playing with the ammunition to notice my lack of
coordination. Airi, Avril and Michella were talking to Sam and her
new boyfriend.
Apparently
things have progressed rather quickly. Al seemed nice, charming even.
He had that boyish look that made him seem like a decent guy. Once
again, I tried aiming cautiously at my target, squinting my eyes to
get a better focus. I shot the weapon again and again. Then, I
assessed my progress.
“ Better,”
Rob said. “Who are you planning to kill?”
“ Oh,
you know, jerks here and there,” I smiled. Rob made a pass at
me once after I broke up with Cash. Everybody was rooting for us but
I never had any interest for him.
It didn’t take long until he started dating Michella. They were
better suited. She enjoyed things with him.
They
were a bit surprised when I initiated coming here. Shooting was never
an interest
of mine, but I knew a little about guns, since Steve used to take me
when I was little. Adam shot a Remington 700, he was way better at
this than I am since this had been their favorite past time. They
went with Mr. Rupert, Rob’s uncle, every month. The girls
tagged along, usually bored, except for Michella who enjoyed it as
much as Rob. I have never gone until now. Steve seemed to have
enjoyed coming. He took out his Mossberg 500 and gave it a go.
I settled for a pepper spray. I had one a while back, but for some
reason I had misplaced it. I didn’t even think about replacing
it until now. I unhooked my charger from my cell phone and put it in
my purse next to my pepper spray. Coming out of the house, I was
extremely cautious—looking behind all the way into
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