24 July 2012
Alex's sister stood there like a wild animal. Her hair was stuck up in the air as if she had been struck by lightening. Her right hand held a long black knife which Alex recognised from the kitchen. It glistened red as the blood still dripped on the carpet.
Her left hand held the severed head of her nana. She held that head by the hair and her nan's face had a look of absolute terror on it. Alex screamed again with a mixture of sobbing which stifled her full pitch.
"what have you done?". WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?" she screamed.
Georgina smiled with a grin that could only have been given to her by Satan himself. She threw her nan's grotesque head towards Alex and without thinking, Alex instinctive reached out and caught it.
Blood and strange liquids splashed her face and dressing gown. At that moment, she fainted but not before she saw that Georgina was walking towards her with the knife still raised above her head.
In a dreamlike state, Alex felt a hand on her head. She heard her name being called slowly "Alex, Al...ex.
Suddenly her survival mode took over. Alex's eyes opened wide, sheer panic and horror shone threw them in a way that shouldn't normally be possible. She had real difficulty focusing on what was happening.
"Al...ex, Al....ex". Suddenly she slowly began to focus but surely her eyes were deceiving her. Her Mum was leaning over her, striking her hair. "hey baby, good morning sleepy head". "it's time to get up darling, I've got to go to work". Alex fought back the tears, she couldn't believe that it had all been a dream. She leaned up and hugged her mum tighter than she had ever done before.
After her mum had left, Alex started to laugh, "OMG, that was the scariest dream I have ever had" she thought. Alex felt so good, she jumped out of bed smiling wildly. She threw her dressing gown over herself and went to the bathroom feeling better than she had ever felt in her life.
As Alex sat there still smiling, she wondered what that strange noise was that seemed to threaten her happy thoughts. "what is that she thought". It seemed to be coming from behind the shower curtain. Drip, drip, drip..........
The Knife - Chapter 4 • Opuss № I