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I DIED

  • pullin708
  • Jul 26
  • 2 min read

I was 25 back in the 20th century, the man that killed me is dead (natural causes apparently) and the women that saved me disappeared like summer rain as the moon fell to the reverence of the morning sun, I’ve not found her yet.

My new life took getting used to and i don’t mind admitting I wasted at least a couple of years. At first i tried to go and see my brother just to say hey or something like that, it was just before i knocked on the door that I heard my revaluation. It turns out my niece Sarah (only 6 years old) had seen me approach the house, she’d ran to her dad, my brother in the front room, this was their conversation:

Daddy daddy daddy

What is it squirt?

I just seened uncle Mikey,,, he’s oot side

Oh sweet heart you know uncle Mike is gone, we buried him last week, he’s with nanna and gramps now!

No daddy he’s outside come look

Sarah dragged her father to the window, I hid

See baby girl, nobody’s there

He hugged her close, I miss him too

They disappeared from view, i ran far and fast my god was I fast, all the while my brothers words ringing in my head ( he is dead). That sent me in a spiral of self pity . It was the first hunger driven kill that brought me back to earth, i killed and feed on instinct, I didn’t know him still don’t , but with his blood in my veins i felt alive a buzz of strength and heightened senses filled me, what was i, what had i become. I decided i must find the women that saved me, I don’t know how i knew her face i just did, i searched the planet wide high and low, night and day but couldn’t find her.

Now sat here on the edge of my bed in a cheap hotel wondering where to look next when


Knock knock!


Instinct told me there was nobody at the door, I squeezed myself into the corner inline with the door and waited. All was quiet for a while then the window slowly opened, there she was my saviour. She slid across the room and pitched on the edge of the bed… You can come out now , she said in a soft voice not hiding a smile.

I stepped forward “ it is you! Isn’t it?”

Yes I’m here now

“What are we, what am I?


TO BE CONTINUED…..

 
 
 

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