20 February 2013
Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air. She was nervous and her hands were trembling. She can hear the voice of the air, a soft howling, ringing in her ears. The moon was a misty blue and the clouds lightly dusted across the sky.
She felt an icy hand hold her right shoulder, the spindly fingers falling down and the tips touching the hem of her low cut nightie. She fretted, he was here; the beast the girls scared her with. She told herself the beast was unreal, a silly myth, but the hand upon her right shoulder was real alright.
"I can feel your fear," he says. He puts his head right down into her hair, his lips only a pin's-width away from her ear. He repeated himself, adding a more sinister, depressing tone. He kissed her neck comfortingly, and she let exhaled heavily. She thought for a split second sev was safe, how wrong was she...
The beast pushed her down onto the hardened mud. She cried out loudly a helpless scream in the hope someone would hear her. "It's no use. You are a dead girl," the beast says and he kicks her hardly with his razor sharp shoes, cutting into her side and throwing her off the edge of the tall hill. Down she tumbled, half dead she laid at the bottom where the beast joined her. Once again, he soothingly kissed her, on the forehead, then thrusted his razor sharp shoe into her heart, watching it ooze out all sorts. He left her to rot, not thinking about her anymore.
Another one bites the dust
Another One Bites The Dust • Opuss № I