A Guest Arrives My feet pound the ground, my heart beats against my chest as I willed my legs to carry me as fast as they could manage; every breath I pull in falls short. The sun has long since fallen, leaving me blind to my surroundings, whether it’s good I can’t turn around and see the figure chasing me; I’m not fully sure. My eyes frantically search for somewhere, anywhere for me to hide. I couldn’t face the truth that haunted me, both physically and mentally. I shook my head quickly, trying to hold back the tears. “I can’t afford another handicap!” I screech internally Just as I had blinked tears away rapidly and looked up, I nearly run into a large structure. …show more content…
The whole place holds an olive hue, like the reflection of a murky pond. There’s a large center archway, where a door seems it should be. I walk the whole perimeter and find no door. My mind twists with questions: ‘What’s a greenhouse doing all the way out here?’ ‘What good is a greenhouse without any sunlight?’ and the biggest question, ‘Where the hell is the door?’ I find myself again in the archway, I step closer to the glass seeing if maybe in the darkness I was missing something. My fingers glide along the surface, but soon catches against something; I pause nearly inches from the glass I press my finger against the slightly raised fragment. “What is this... a button?” I mumble out loud to myself, when a sudden crash makes me jump backwards, the sound echoes across the woods. I trip over a flower pot and land on my bottom ungainly. A bright light follows the edges of an oblong window. The window was much taller myself and reached all the way to the ground. The light dimmed enough for me to look closer. I stood once more and stepped …show more content…
He drove me to the emergency room and left me at the door. I had x-rays, blood tests, and MRI's. I was told I only had three broken ribs, and no brain damage, like they worried. They questioned me hard when all the tests were done, but after they prescribed me painkillers, I discharged myself.
Everything changed when I got home. He apologized a million times, he stopped drinking, and he loved me again. I was convinced he had changed, he was the loving man I knew two years before. Three weeks after the hospital incident he proposed. I stupidly said yes.
Everything faltered a month before our wedding when he came home. He was wasted and pissed, when he barged in the door I knew immediately what had happened. I tried to run up the stairs and lock myself in our room, but he chased me. I recently had surgery, causing me to be slower than his inebriated self. He grabbed me by my waist nearing the top of the stairs. This time I really did fall down the stairs.
When I landed at the bottom of the stairs he pulled me up by my hair and threw me against the wall, crushing my windpipe under his arm. I took my knee and kicked him in the gut and took off. I didn’t stop, I just kept running, through the field, and into the woods, stopping just before running into the