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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