By J. Gunn
Later In the Night
I lie still in the dark on the stone sidewalk of the church barely breathing, thinking of childhood thinking of all I had been told about the damned. Why was I the damned? I never knew. Supposedly I was chosen to take this path. I tried hard not to believe it and grow up the way good girls do, but I didn’t. I grew up learning everything there ever was to know about anything evil. As a way to know things I might need to know. No one knew what these creatures were, they were as yet undiscovered by people, I’d never seen them before the dreams yet I was the damned and meant to die. Why was I meant to die?
I only contemplated that for a moment when a shadow clouded my already hazy vision. I lie there staring at the stars and the shadow came closer, I slowed my already slow breath and didn’t move. The shadow came into view standing over me it was a Preacher of the church staring down at me, looking me in the eyes.
“Child, what are you doing here this time of night?” he asked.
“Dying…” I said dryly, almost whispering.
The Preacher reached down and picked my tiny body up off the sidewalk, “No you aren’t, I’ll help you.”
I passed out from my loss of blood. I thought I had died because I saw images that scared me behind my eyes. I was looking at a huge pit of fire and people all around me in pain. I was no longer in pain though. My guts weren’t falling out and I didn’t feel like my entire body was lit up with bruises. But the others were literally on fire standing right next to me, screaming. My first thought was that I’d gone to Hell, I truly was the damned and died and gone to Hell.
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