I Thought You Were My Savior
My body feels weak.
The dryness in my mouth is like a desert.
Although I feel water beneath me, my mouth won’t move an inch towards it.
I hear rustling inside this black hole.
The sound of footsteps drawing near sends confusion coursing through my mind.
Who could this person be?
How did they find me?
I try to open my eyes, to talk, to do anything to show I am alive.
But, the signs never appear.
I feel lips on my cheek as I hear you speak.
The silky voice sends memories shooting through my mind.
Aria.
I feel my heart rate jolt.
I try to scream, “Aria! I’m alive!”
But, of course, the words never escape my lips.
I hear the splashing of water and I hear you grow farther away.
“No! Please don’t go. Please,” I try to say.
Whatever hope that was still in my heart was just shattered like glass falling on concrete.
Wait, Aria wouldn’t leave me.
She went to get help!
I will be saved before the next day’s sun shows its light.
Thank you, Aria.
I owe you my life.
***
The rage inside of me is almost too much to bear.
The boiling fury inside my body is lava erupting from a volcano.
Aria never came back.
She left me in this well to rot.
I can’t seem to get away from the darkness of this never ending nightmare.
Only one question sears in my mind.
Why?
How could my best friend do this to me?
When I get out I will go after her.
I will uncover the impossible way to escape this hell.
I’m coming, Aria.
I’m coming.
Copyright © Brooke Allen | Year Posted 2012
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