The One Who’s Ignored

by DanielRGarbo
It was midnight; I was walking all alone along an empty road. There are no trees and houses around to guide me as I wander. The things that I saw were just the rocky land, the lonely road, and nothing more but pure darkness. Not a single star could be seen hanging above to shine and make light, the full moon was the only source of light that could be found as it shines like a big light bulb on the sky. I was placidly walking down when I noticed something looking straight at me. I stopped and looked back to find out whose been staring at me as I walk. And, as I looked around, I found her standing from a narrow corner of the street. She was all alone in the dark, gazing at me with her deep, red eyes like that of an angry demon ready to capture a soul. She’s old, as if she was at an estimated age of sixty or up. Her grey hair was long and grows from any direction down to her dirty feet. She was so thin, as if all the water and blood from her body have dried. Her skin looked so pale, and her body that looked so restless was covered with a long, black, rag-like, dress. Her fearsome eyes were raining with tears, and her thin wounded arm was reaching for me. She opened her dried mouth and tried to say something. I could not hear her voice, she’s too far from me but, I decided not to go near her just to listen to what ever she’s trying to tell me. I just remained on my place and stared back at her.
I’ve already spent an hour or more just exchanging looks with the old woman until, I saw her moved towards my direction. She looked angrier and opened her mouth bigger as she tried to shout but still, I heard nothing from her. I felt my nerves vibrate inside me, as I watched her moved forward. I felt fear covering my whole body and swallowing my strength. I didn’t know what to do so; I turned back again and continued walking. While walking, I somehow could not stop myself from thinking about her and what she’s been trying to tell me so, I looked back to check if she’s still following me. In my astonishment, I found her at least a meter away from me as she walked faster and faster, still shouting words that I could not hear. I felt more fear. I began to panic so, I ran. I rushed and cried as I tried to escape her. I closed my eyes as I dashed away but, somehow I could still feel that she’s continuously following me.
More hours have passed. I began to run faster, and the fastest I could. I turned left, right, and around as I tried to misguide her but, I could still feel her sharp eyes looking angrily at me. I ran for miles and for hours trying hard not to slip off and escape her. However, I didn’t and I failed. I started to tremble and felt the tiredness on my body. Again, I looked back to check if I’ve made a longer distance away from her but, I didn’t. Despite her physical condition, she somehow managed to match my speed and now was just a foot away from me. I prayed and cried as I continued to run until my own feet gave up and stopped moving. My body trembled more intensely and I slipped and fell as I tried to breathe air for my body. Paralyzed by fear and tiredness, the mad woman reached me. She looked straight to my eyes while screaming a lot words. I still could not understand her until I gazed back, straight to her fearsome eyes. That was when I heard her saying, “I am you! I was once you! You have forgotten me, left me hidden for a long time deep in your heart. You can make me anything you want, if you would just want. You’ve been unconscious for so long, it’s time now, rise up and wake up!” I opened my eyes after hearing everything that she had told me. And, I noticed that I looked pitiful, as I lay down covered with blood and dirt and all the sins that I have done. I stood up from them; completely awake telling myself that I will never have a bad dream again.
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August 11, 2015 - 12:41 well expressed.. nice lesson :)

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