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him
make me hurt another. Unable to think of a response, I merely said, “Sleep
well, and thank you for being so open with me about your past.”
“You are most welcome,” he said, trying to make himself comfortable on
the straw-covered cement. “Now rest.”
As I closed my eyes, my family flashed through my mind. I have to get back home to see them, just
once , I thought to myself. First,
I needed to come up with a plan to keep Martin from making me harm someone. But
that too, would have to wait. The sun had risen, and I was quickly falling into
a place with no thought.
Chapter 6
The next night when I awoke, Martin was gone once again, and I knew
that if I was ever going to go back to the farm, now was my chance. Even if
just to a look from afar, I had to know my family was okay. I sat up, and the
familiar pain in my stomach hit me again, only this time it was far worse than
before. My body convulsed, as if trying to vomit, but nothing came up. My
stomach was on fire. I took a few deep breaths, and got to my feet.
“I can do this,” I told myself aloud. “I have to.” The pain seemed to
ease a little when I stood, and so I continued walking out of the crypt, my
home of sorts. The night air felt good on my face. The night was so clear, and
high in the sky was the most beautiful moon I had ever seen, or at least one
that I had just truly taken notice of. I remembered Martin telling me, on the
night I became this creature, that all of my senses had been heightened, and I
now knew what he meant.
After a few minutes, I began to make my way towards the farm. I knew
that if I cut across the country, and didn’t take the roads, I could be home
twice as fast. When I reached the edge of the graveyard, I looked back, but saw
nothing. I didn’t know where Martin was, and I didn’t really care. I had only
one thing on my mind, and he would only stop me.
I had gotten about halfway to the farm, when it felt like someone had
poured acid down my throat, and into my stomach. The pain was so excruciating,
I bent over and held myself, wishing the torment would end. The only thing that
kept me going was the thought that I was almost home. I leaned against the
large oak tree beside me, and told myself that I could make it. I just needed
to stand here for a few seconds, and get my second wind. I stood there for a
minute or two longer, then pushed off the tree, and started walking in the
direction of the farm. I was determined to get there, but the farther I walked,
the worse I felt. I knew what could take the pain away, but I would never let
Martin force me to do that again. It just wasn’t right.
“Maybe I just need to eat,” I reassured myself. Even a cold glass of
water sounded good. I remembered that Pecan Creek ran all through this county,
and right close to the farm. I would get a good, long drink when I got to it.
The thought alone made my mouth dry.
Before long, I could hear the running water, and a
couple of seconds later , I could smell it . I
moved toward the sound as fast as my legs would let me, which wasn’t very fast
at all, but soon enough the creek came into view. I started searching for a
spot on the bank to climb down, and found a place that didn’t look to steep. I
started down carefully, but not carefully enough. I lost my footing, and slid
down the rocky incline. It wasn’t a very long drop, only about six feet, but
that didn’t stop the rocks from getting me. I landed in the creek-bed, covered
in scrapes and mud, with a somewhat bruised pride. As I picked myself up, I
noticed that mud had firmly imbedded itself under my nails, and was plastered all
over my dress. Not that I looked too good to begin with, but
on top of the dried blood from the night before, now I was an even bigger mess. I thought for a moment about jumping in the creek to clean myself off, but I
was in too much of a hurry. Who knew when Martin would find me, and start
dragging me back to that damned crypt?
So, I simply
make me hurt another. Unable to think of a response, I merely said, “Sleep
well, and thank you for being so open with me about your past.”
“You are most welcome,” he said, trying to make himself comfortable on
the straw-covered cement. “Now rest.”
As I closed my eyes, my family flashed through my mind. I have to get back home to see them, just
once , I thought to myself. First,
I needed to come up with a plan to keep Martin from making me harm someone. But
that too, would have to wait. The sun had risen, and I was quickly falling into
a place with no thought.
Chapter 6
The next night when I awoke, Martin was gone once again, and I knew
that if I was ever going to go back to the farm, now was my chance. Even if
just to a look from afar, I had to know my family was okay. I sat up, and the
familiar pain in my stomach hit me again, only this time it was far worse than
before. My body convulsed, as if trying to vomit, but nothing came up. My
stomach was on fire. I took a few deep breaths, and got to my feet.
“I can do this,” I told myself aloud. “I have to.” The pain seemed to
ease a little when I stood, and so I continued walking out of the crypt, my
home of sorts. The night air felt good on my face. The night was so clear, and
high in the sky was the most beautiful moon I had ever seen, or at least one
that I had just truly taken notice of. I remembered Martin telling me, on the
night I became this creature, that all of my senses had been heightened, and I
now knew what he meant.
After a few minutes, I began to make my way towards the farm. I knew
that if I cut across the country, and didn’t take the roads, I could be home
twice as fast. When I reached the edge of the graveyard, I looked back, but saw
nothing. I didn’t know where Martin was, and I didn’t really care. I had only
one thing on my mind, and he would only stop me.
I had gotten about halfway to the farm, when it felt like someone had
poured acid down my throat, and into my stomach. The pain was so excruciating,
I bent over and held myself, wishing the torment would end. The only thing that
kept me going was the thought that I was almost home. I leaned against the
large oak tree beside me, and told myself that I could make it. I just needed
to stand here for a few seconds, and get my second wind. I stood there for a
minute or two longer, then pushed off the tree, and started walking in the
direction of the farm. I was determined to get there, but the farther I walked,
the worse I felt. I knew what could take the pain away, but I would never let
Martin force me to do that again. It just wasn’t right.
“Maybe I just need to eat,” I reassured myself. Even a cold glass of
water sounded good. I remembered that Pecan Creek ran all through this county,
and right close to the farm. I would get a good, long drink when I got to it.
The thought alone made my mouth dry.
Before long, I could hear the running water, and a
couple of seconds later , I could smell it . I
moved toward the sound as fast as my legs would let me, which wasn’t very fast
at all, but soon enough the creek came into view. I started searching for a
spot on the bank to climb down, and found a place that didn’t look to steep. I
started down carefully, but not carefully enough. I lost my footing, and slid
down the rocky incline. It wasn’t a very long drop, only about six feet, but
that didn’t stop the rocks from getting me. I landed in the creek-bed, covered
in scrapes and mud, with a somewhat bruised pride. As I picked myself up, I
noticed that mud had firmly imbedded itself under my nails, and was plastered all
over my dress. Not that I looked too good to begin with, but
on top of the dried blood from the night before, now I was an even bigger mess. I thought for a moment about jumping in the creek to clean myself off, but I
was in too much of a hurry. Who knew when Martin would find me, and start
dragging me back to that damned crypt?
So, I simply
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