For those who didn't read part one, you can find it here.
As always, constructive criticism only please. I was pleasantly surprised at how the first part was received, so I thought I'd keep going with this story for awhile.
This is a story written straight from my brain, so please don't reproduce without my permission. :)
Here we go!
"I am staring at the gap between the floor tiles. I can hear my brother sobbing, but I cannot look at him. I cannot help him. I cannot move my head. All I can see is the gap between the two floor tiles. And then there is something entering into my small square of vision. It is moving slowly, but it encroaches on the gap that I stare at. And then I realise. It's blood.
I wake up and gasp for air, as if I haven't been breathing
while asleep. My bedside light is on - I can't sleep if I turn it off these
days - and I quickly look around the room to check that I am alone. My eyes
confirm that I am the only one in the room, but I don't trust it. This is not
really my apartment. I live here, but I haven't even begun to make my mark here
since I was forced to leave my old, cosy, familiar apartment.
Although, to be honest, it wasn't familiar after everything
that happened. I don't think I could ever see it as cosy after that.
I feel like a stranger in this place, as if I am staying
with some distant relative who resents my presence here every day. It was the
best place I could find and I know that I need to take steps to claim it as my
own, but I haven't even properly unpacked my stuff yet. I have nightmares about
opening my boxes of clothes to find them covered in blood, too.
Tonight's nightmare still hovers on the edge of
consciousness and I sigh, knowing I'm unlikely to get any more sleep tonight.
It's still dark outside, so I sit up in bed and switch on the TV. I have kid's
movies preloaded on my TV and I settle down to watch one, hoping that the
saccharine sweetness of the storylines and characters will do something to
comfort me and banish the nightmare from my mind.
It has taken me five months to get to a place of being able
to function after having one of my nightmares. Initially I woke up screaming,
sobbing, or tangled in sheets. I'd like to say that I have become accustomed to
their presence each night, but to be honest I think it's more a case of some
part of me shutting down so that I don't react as emotionally. I had tried to
avoid sleep for a little while so that I might escape visiting that place so
vividly, but routine and simple desire for sleep won out and so I still try to
get at least a couple of hours these days.
Beautiful writing! I would love to see this as a full-fledged novel, though the snippets are brilliant too! I had no idea you knew words like saccharine! You're a very good writer honey, honestly!
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