In The Dark Of The Night

The bark stroke, like a lightning rippes the night sky during a storm, loud and clear. She felt the fear running down her spine, cold and mercy-less like an old friend. The scenery reminded her of the horrible nightmares she had as a child, and felt the same uselessness taking over her again after all those years. She kept on checking her phone - her friends wouldn't reply to any ofher text messages, wouldn't return any of her missed calls. She signed and kept on walking, her broken heel tapping on the cement. There was that dimmed light somewhere in the horizon, her only hope in the coldness and moisture of that darkness she was walking away from. The barking ripped through the dark veil once more, this time getting closer. She pulled her hair back with her trembling fingers, her long painted nails scratching her flawless flesh in fear. She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath never slowing down, her head always looking down. That light was still there, brighter and clearer with each step, her guide out of that dark pit. When a third bark came from somewhere behind her, her lips unsealed to let out a horrified loud scream. Her feet gave in to the fear and the way am of us human do when our insticts take hold of us she started running. Where the light was standing, she made her mind for safety to be. The rest around her was all darkness and fear. Her feet were leading her to that brightness of pure white, brain frozen in fright, her uneven steps hurting her fragile ankles. It was only too late she realised where that light was coming from. Her feet still running as if locked from her brain's command, were leading her closer. It was too late. Her head turned around and she saw the small shadow running after her. Suddenly, as she tried to look back at that light, pain stroke her. A piercing pain, clear and strong, similar to that of a thousand needles ripping through her heart. Her head twisted arounf in a wide angle, her dark hair flying around her pretty face, sourrounding it like a dark halo. She felt her neck cracking, but not before she saw that poor dog's eyes as it left its last bark, the animal's eyes locked on the evil standing besides her, on top of her. An old muddy boot kicked her skull, breacking all there was left in fructured pieces of white bone. The world turned crimson red and all there was for those few seconds she hanged into her last breath, her world was dismembered in a tornado of disfigured images. In the end, darkness took over. The real kind. That from which none of us can escape and all of us mortal pityful souls end up giving up to. In the end, came the end. After that there was nothing else.