The Gift

Others Stories | Jun 28, 2013 | 4 min read
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With anger must come pain, with pain must come love, and with love must have death at its feet. But it's that all true is it always going to be that way love of a family even a father had to be something or is it just a lie.
November 15th rain is pouring as a flash of frightening lightning hits a nearby oak tree and slams down to the moody earth "I have to keep going till I find the house no matter what happens" as I'm running through the woods a wolfs pure moon light howl gets me by shock and I trip and fall to the ground hard cutting my leg at the same time.
My blood the tonic of the vampires if they were real would be dancing with joy from the smell of metallic blood as it drips I rip the bottom of my top saying in pain "why is it always me who gets hurts?" cover up the wound and stop the blood with pressure and get up and begin to run with body swaying and tipping me forward I think I may pass out.
After another steps getting closer to the house I can't take it anymore and my body drags me to the ground and as my eyes close I feel as though I was not alone one someone was following me and just before I drift to whatever land it is you go I see a black figure getting close and then its lights out.
I awake in a room with slabs of burned wood on the windows and marked on one of the slaps is "Hope" it doesn't make sense why would someone right hope as I take a look around the room I feel the pain in my leg from the cut I did early that day. I carry on looking around the room and hear a land smash on the floor outside the second wall in the room the noise gets louder and the thunder picks up for a short moment the noise goes quit to quiet and I have to get out "I have to get out of here now!!."
I look for a way to get out and I can't use the door because something out there like the boogie man waiting under your bed for you to move or climb out so I think of a good way and the first thing that pops in to my head is "the window" its covered with slabs but I can pull them of I'm sure I am stronger enough to. I run over to the window and as I start pulling them of one scrapes down my arm like ripping cloth it rips easy and blood purse as if it's ruing water down a lake or a stream.
I leave it to bleed because I don't have time a loud smash hits the door and I am not waiting to see who's at the door I smash the window to get rid of the glass that was left and climb on to the window and I turn and look at the door as it opens I fall out the window. As if flying I move my body in to the position so I land on my feet with one hand on the ground and look up at the window.
Whoever it was they are looking out the window but smoke is covering the room now and as if a ghost has left the room they disappear into thin air and I run back to the house as fast as I can to get to my father. I take the east side which means I have to go through the woods but I can run it even with the pain I don't care. And as I get tried I see a path and then the house clear as day though it is night.
I walk along the old broken down brick path like Hansel and Gretel walking towards the witches cottage made of candy and as I enter the house it's quiet to quiet and it doesn't feel right something has to be wrong really wrong. I shout "Dad it's me where are you?" but there was no answer.
I walk on in towards the house with not light the darkness spreads around the room like you see in a horror movie right before the girl/guy gets killed and as I look I call out "hello is anyone home?" or just shout out to see if my father would hear me he should so as a child he would run to my side whenever I shouted.
I decide to go upstairs the wood on the stairs is very old and has been broken a number of times from falling up or down them but I was only a child then the stairs have a velvet curtain that leads to the top as this house used to be a place for grand party's and ball etc…….. I walk up the last though stairs and hear an owl outside the window and smile as it flies of into the open air. I get to the main place for the party's and there alone in the arm chair is my father holding a gun.
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