Dead In Winter Contest

As I sit here waiting for the last bus run of the night Memories of what just happened play in my brain filled with fright I can barely feel my little toes There was no time for socks I had to just go The sirens still echo in my frostbitten ears Frozen drops attempt to become my tragic tears Last I recall we were doing just fine A Pillow fight and a glass of red wine His mother called us down for dessert Suddenly my throat began to hurt He squeezed until I could no longer scream This night of joy became a horrible dream His brown eyes transformed to a devilish deep red I’ll never forget the words he quietly said “I could kill you and no one would know” In my mind I begged for him to let go What possessed him I will always wonder Thank God his mother came up and banged on the door like thunder I had no idea he had moved his dresser in front of the exit of the room I was convinced I had met my eternal doom While he was yelling for his mother to go the hell away I jumped up fast and she heard me say "Help he’s mad get me out of here" She broke down the door and I ran out in fear Last I heard him throw her down the stairs I was long gone and extremely unprepared I heard him behind me screaming my name I kept on running in utter shame He ran so fast and knocked me down I fell flat on the icy ground “Your mine forever don’t you leave” I slipped out of my jacket sleeve Down the hill I went rolling As if my body was being used for bowling The cops went racing up the mound I heard him scream, so I know he was found I have no phone no car or coat Just three dollars and a crumpled up note In my jeans from earlier that day I should have listened to what it had to say “Stay away from my son; you have no idea what he has done” “Charming you may think but just like all the others you too will sink” Now it all makes sense He told me his mother was mentally ill and dense He is the one who is severely deranged I must get home this night has been exceedingly strange As I rehearse this the bus finally pulls up to me My stomach is in knots and I can barely see Blood is streaming down my face I just want to get out of this crazy place Why is the man driving wearing a big black hood I am so cold and devastated; thinking is doing me absolutely no good The doors slam shut as I quickly sit down I am the only one that seems to be around I look in the rear view mirror and what do I see Those chilling red eyes once again devouring me. BY: Sabina Nicole