Darkness. Nothing visible. Emptiness. Never ending black. Running with no destination. Over the sound of the screams, her thoughts overpower. Where she’s headed- nobody knows. Her faith in god has disappeared. She wants his help, but he’s nowhere to be found. She calls out for him to show mercy,  and end this fear of hers. No mercy was shown. The fright built as she attempted to see through the darkness. The unknown was drowning her.

It all began 3 months ago. Typical girl, she didn’t cause much trouble. Except for the nights she spent with her drunken friends breaking into houses, and damaging private property.  Of course all of those sins were repented the morning after when she felt like going to church for confession. The girl didn’t open up to many people, she was always paranoid and thought everyone was out to get her. It was all drilled into her head by her parents. They didn’t want the horrors they put their daughter through to be exposed. No one knew what her story was. 

Now I suppose you think you know where this is all headed, she wishes she’d known sooner. Her parents built her childhood pretty strict and conservative. You know, knee-length skirts, high socks, tight ponytails- only with bows if she was behaving. The girl was usually obedient, she never spoke back or even made a mess. When she didn’t dig up the graves accordingly- that was considered misbehavior. Punishments were usually making her sleep in the open grave. They believed if a child was disobedient, fear would set them straight. Inhaling the dirt, and lying on the rocks. Next morning after she woke up; it was off to church with her oh so happy family.

She grew up one day, realized that none of it had to be tolerated. She somewhat went to church, when she felt the need to bring some holiness in her life. Things started to get even worse. No steady home, dead parents, no siblings;  only associating with bad influences. Seems pretty cliché. On one of those drunken nights out late with her friends, they visited a cemetery. She believed that her parent’s spirits were calling her. The sound of their loving voices, hidden with a back note of pure evil drew her in. She was too drunk to realize how ridiculous it all was. The Hennessey was making her decisions for the night.

Strolling into the death field, barely able to walk. Her friends all around her singing, screaming, and laughing like idiots. They followed her lead. Broke bottles on the tombstones, throwing up on the graves of the forgotten. They were joking at the idea of God. It was for some reason very funny to think there was such thing as a higher power, in which they couldn’t touch, feel, hear, or see. She didn’t laugh with them, she was drunk but for some reason this particular topic wasn’t humoring her. Staring at them with disgust, her dark eyes piercing into their souls. She saw a shadow walk across her, not being in the best state of mind- she followed. It led her to a grave, an open one. Her childhood was in that big hole dug into earth. The open grave began to humor her. Reminiscing on those long, restless, and sickening nights choking on the air she was gasping for air all came back.

She walked around the perimeter of it. Kicking dirt into it. Laughing uncontrollably. As she turned around to walk away, there was the devil- right behind her. Dark eyes, boiling hot presence but the coldness of its nonexistent soul overwhelmed her. It was her father. She knew those dark, evil eyes anywhere. As she looked down back into the grave, there was her mother. The familiar vile smile, and open arms. Before she had a chance to process what was going on, a strong feeling of hatred began taking control of her body. Incapable of straightening out her thoughts, a heaviness began weighing down on her chest. The fear she felt as a child, has now returned in her adulthood. All her fear comes from those who are expected to protect you, her parents. That evil man, heartless black soul- her father pushed her into the grave.

The dirt still made her suffocate, except this time- her parents were with her, watching their daughter suffer. Scaring her wickedly. They seemed to be enjoying the view. Everything became darker. Breathing became harder. Her life seemed to be coming to an end.