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(Created page with "Is life really worth living when you have nothing to live for? What is our role or purpose in this world? My life didn’t really seem significant anymore; till I met her. Life was really difficult for me after my mother died. I used to cry every night for the first four months. I isolated myself from all reality; the outside world seemed distant and unrealistic. I was scared to leave my room; you could also say I was ashamed to leave. Why did I deserve to live? Why was...") |
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Is life really worth living when you have nothing to live for? What is our role or purpose in this world? My life
Life was really difficult for me after my mother died. I used to cry every night for the first four months. I isolated myself from all reality; the outside world seemed distant and unrealistic. I was scared to leave my room; you could also say I was ashamed to leave. Why did I deserve to live? Why was I still here? It should have been me that day in the forest not her.
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She extended her hand, beckoning me to follow. Her hand was small and her skin seemed translucent. The forest surrounding me was dark, the moon was being covered by an ominous looking cloud, yet I could see her clearly.
She seemed familiar, yet I knew
I slowly made my way to her; the forest was silent except for the dead leaves and twigs crunching under my feet with each step. She was standing bare footed on top of what looked like a tomb stone sticking out of the forest floor. As I looked around, I could see more of these strange looking tomb stones; there must have been at least a hundred of them scattered throughout the forest.
The girl put her hand up soliciting me to stop. Like snow falling from the heavens, she began descending slowly off the tomb stone towards me. She looked so hauntingly beautiful the way she gracefully seemed to glide before touching the forest floor. I
She raised her delicate hand in front of me as if telling me to take it. Her hand seemed fragile as if it was made of porcelain. I raised my hand a little hesitantly, not sure if I would hurt her. She must have noticed my hesitance because she met me the rest of the way. Her skin felt icy cold but there was a warmth inside me that I
She opened her mouth as if to say something but no words came out.
She gave me an innocent smile, and pointed to one of the tomb stones.
The forest seemed to get darker the closer we got to our destination. The once gentle breeze became more of a wind pushing me back, as if trying to prevent me from reaching the tomb stone. This
R.I.P.
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I turned around to face the beautiful girl in white. But she seemed to have forgotten that I was here. She was standing about fifteen feet away from where I was standing. She was staring into the forest; her back was towards me. I followed her gaze but it was too dark to see through the trees. She also seemed to be chanting something under her breath.
She must have heard me because she stopped her chanting and she turned around to face me. Her face seemed serious and her eyes seemed to have gotten darker. It was like she was staring right through me. She
This particular tomb stone seemed even more ancient than the last one. It was shaped like a cross but part of the top half was broken off. It was full of cob webs and fallen leaves. I leaned in closer to try to decipher the inscription (it was a little more difficult to read than the last stone).
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I gazed at the direction of the graves but there was nothing left but hundreds of deep pits. I heard the sound of leaves crunching near one of the graves that was closest to me. My heart was pounding on my chest so hard it began to ache. I stared at the grave, and to my horror a thin rotted hand began ascending from the pit.
"Murder!"
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"Murder!" The corpses stood up but seemed unable to support their bodies as if they were missing there spinal cords. They began walking towards me, their upper bodies dangling like rubber bands. Their eyes were as red as the crimson skies. Their boney legs seemed as if they would crumble to pieces at any second.
I pulled myself up with my arms and reluctantly regained control over my body; I began running opposite of where the rotting corpses stood. I ran and I ran, afraid to look back. It seemed as though I was running for hours and hours but it must have just been a few minutes. I
I could see hints of light from the moon that was still being covered by clouds and trees. I began walking towards the nearest tree hoping to find a spot to rest. I
The body of the beautiful girl in white lay on the pile of dead leaves her back facing towards me. I knelt down beside her unmoving body.
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What is she doing here? I thought myself. Her body was in an odd position.
I gently lay my hand on her shoulder and began moving her hair away from her face. I brushed off some dead leaves and small bugs from her white gown. I rested my head on her back to check if she was breathing. But there was no sound.
I slowly began to turn her around to face me one last time. But to my ghastly horror in my arms lay the mutilated face of my mother in her place.
"Noah."
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