Post by Anna Craven on Jul 7, 2020 3:33:37 GMT -7
It was dark, dark, so dark.
In a dark, dark wood…
That darkness that knows no light. It had swallowed it whole and it had swallowed her. She needed to stay put, though. Someone had told her to stay put, not move. The sun had been high then, dancing through the tops of the trees and she’d been so very good.
“I am very good, aren’t I, Mr. Bear?” She hugged what she knew to be her beloved, although over loved teddy bear to her chest. She shut her eyes tight and he could imagine what he looked like even without any moonlight to see him. He was soft and brown. His little marble-like eyes were the color of her favorite candy, caramels. He’d once had a little red scarf, but now she used a red handkerchief. He knew she had been good. She’d stayed here and played in the green grass under the tree. She’d not moved even as she got hungry.
In a dark, dark wood…
The wind rustled the grass and she pressed against the trunk of the tree. She buried her head into Mr. Bear’s fur. It still smelled of mama’s perfume. She’d not meant to spill it or break the bottle. She seized at just remembering those sharp, clicking heels as Mama had stormed into the room and grabbed her by the wrist. As she marched her out and out and out into the forest behind their house. She’d wailed and apologized and kept apologizing. Her cheeks had turned blotchy and her voice like reeds. Mama didn’t stop, though. She made her walk or yanked her until her legs were so tired!
Her cheek was still sore from where she’d hit her for being bad. Her scalp still hurt from where she’d pulled her hair. Her dress was tattered. But she’d been good like Mama wanted. She’d not moved or even made another sound of crying! She wasn’t scared!
She bolted as a branch cracked above her.
In a dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark path...
Branches, grasses, bushes...they pulled at her hair and scratched her arms and legs. More cracks came from behind her. They were louder now. She heard breathing!
“Mama! Mama,” she shrieked.
Something was tearing through the forest behind her. It broke the twigs that grabbed at her. It roared! She screamed.
She stumbled.
Do you know what waits in the dark?
Mr. Bear flew out of her hands. She hit the ground.
Anna hit the pavement. The world around her flew wide. She was panting, sweating. She was in her pajamas.
She looked up from the dim road she’d woken in, somewhere in Gotham. Looked right into the blaring lights of a car racing right towards her.
It was too close to dodge. She closed her eyes and felt her heart drop and the adrenaline crest.
In a dark, dark wood…
That darkness that knows no light. It had swallowed it whole and it had swallowed her. She needed to stay put, though. Someone had told her to stay put, not move. The sun had been high then, dancing through the tops of the trees and she’d been so very good.
“I am very good, aren’t I, Mr. Bear?” She hugged what she knew to be her beloved, although over loved teddy bear to her chest. She shut her eyes tight and he could imagine what he looked like even without any moonlight to see him. He was soft and brown. His little marble-like eyes were the color of her favorite candy, caramels. He’d once had a little red scarf, but now she used a red handkerchief. He knew she had been good. She’d stayed here and played in the green grass under the tree. She’d not moved even as she got hungry.
In a dark, dark wood…
The wind rustled the grass and she pressed against the trunk of the tree. She buried her head into Mr. Bear’s fur. It still smelled of mama’s perfume. She’d not meant to spill it or break the bottle. She seized at just remembering those sharp, clicking heels as Mama had stormed into the room and grabbed her by the wrist. As she marched her out and out and out into the forest behind their house. She’d wailed and apologized and kept apologizing. Her cheeks had turned blotchy and her voice like reeds. Mama didn’t stop, though. She made her walk or yanked her until her legs were so tired!
Her cheek was still sore from where she’d hit her for being bad. Her scalp still hurt from where she’d pulled her hair. Her dress was tattered. But she’d been good like Mama wanted. She’d not moved or even made another sound of crying! She wasn’t scared!
She bolted as a branch cracked above her.
In a dark, dark wood, there was a dark, dark path...
Branches, grasses, bushes...they pulled at her hair and scratched her arms and legs. More cracks came from behind her. They were louder now. She heard breathing!
“Mama! Mama,” she shrieked.
Something was tearing through the forest behind her. It broke the twigs that grabbed at her. It roared! She screamed.
She stumbled.
Do you know what waits in the dark?
Mr. Bear flew out of her hands. She hit the ground.
Anna hit the pavement. The world around her flew wide. She was panting, sweating. She was in her pajamas.
She looked up from the dim road she’d woken in, somewhere in Gotham. Looked right into the blaring lights of a car racing right towards her.
It was too close to dodge. She closed her eyes and felt her heart drop and the adrenaline crest.
