I stood still, petrified with disbelief and fear. Serena squirmed under the massive beast. I wanted to save her but my feet wouldn’t, couldn’t move. A battle was rampant inside me.
One side said ‘Save her you know she’d save you.’ The other, more selfish side said ‘Save your self, runaway.’ I chose neither. I stood and watched wide eyed, with angers noose tightening around my neck, begging me to take action.
I heard one last macabre scream and then silence. Silence from Serena, from the beast, and from me. A dismal calm had blanketed the world. Everything I saw was surreal and at a nauseatingly slow pace, like at a concert when they flicker strobe lights on and off making everything look like a children’s flip book.
The beast turned to me, its eyes sardonic, its snout smothered in Serena’s blood. The noose pulled tighter, as if physically burning my neck. The noose screamed at me to hurt, to kill, and to murder the beast.
I flew at the beast. A masochistic smile came to the beasts’ muzzle as it easily dodged my lunge. The beast enjoyed my attempt at harming it; it took pleasure in breaking people’s fortitude and then demolishing their existence.
As I prepared to strike again, the beast let out a high pitched wail. Intentions forgotten, my hands flew to my ears. I shut my eyes tight as if the sound was seeping through them too. The howl abruptly stopped and I snapped open my eyes, ready to defend myself, but the beast was gone. I looked around searching for it, still paranoid.
My eyes rested on a figure I knew all to well, Serena. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I took in her distorted, blood-spattered body. The noose vanished entirely and was replaced with grief and heart-ache.
It was as if someone slashed out my heart and stamped on it. I longed to see Serena’s smile and laugh at all the stupid things we had done in the past. I wished I could hear her make up fervent stories and the most ludicrous schemes. The desire to see and hear these things was so strong it almost became a physical pain.
I felt grief, grief for the death of my best friend. Serena was gone – I would never see her quirk her mouth to the side when she was amused or see her laugh when ever she was uncomfortable. I would never hear her sing to every song that came on the radio or hear her childish shriek when she was entertained. Serena was dead – and in a sense I died with her.
I knelt down beside her and held her hand, blood smearing across mine in the process. I looked into her eyes which were no longer dancing with joy and life. I wanted revenge. At that moment I vowed to get vengeance – no matter what.
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