Sleepwalking on the Edge
- Submitted by: alivinglegend
- Views: 304
- Category: English: Creative Writing
- Date Submitted: 04/23/2014 05:42 PM
- Pages: 29
- Report this Essay
4/7/2014
Sleepwalking on the Edge
I felt like I was trapped, maybe because I was, and felt like every wall around me was closing in, suffocating me, and squeezing the last breath out of me slowly and snaillike. I wanted it to be done with. I knew I was gone, and I could hear the clock ticking.
I almost started panicking but remembered if he had buried me already I would have limited amount of oxygen left. I breathed as little as possible praying to God that he would come and that he would stop this maniac from murdering me like this.
He will come, I thought to myself, He’s coming. But I knew that if he did he might be too late. Maybe I would never see him again. Maybe we would never marry each other in that beautiful church, or never have the kids we wanted, or grow old with each other like what we dreamed.
I felt the back of my throat close up and tears form in the corners of my eyes. I bit my lip in the darkness and held my sobs back. Richard might not be able to save me.
I was becoming tired. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I had no idea how long I had been in this box, but I knew now that the psychopath had buried me what might have been hours ago when I was unconscious and I was going to become lethargic and become comatose soon and never seen my beautiful Richard again.
A memory flashed in my head just then. It was Richard’s blue-gray eyes, which were looking at me in a calm but passionate sort of way. We were sitting on our usual bench at the park just holding hands and gazing into each others’ eyes. It was a thousand times better than the other memories I had been obtaining.
I wanted to be there then. I wanted to hold him for one last time before I left this life and traveled into a new one. I just wanted to see him one last time.
I imagined he was next to me, that I was not in this wooden coffin, but instead at the park on the...
Sleepwalking on the Edge
I felt like I was trapped, maybe because I was, and felt like every wall around me was closing in, suffocating me, and squeezing the last breath out of me slowly and snaillike. I wanted it to be done with. I knew I was gone, and I could hear the clock ticking.
I almost started panicking but remembered if he had buried me already I would have limited amount of oxygen left. I breathed as little as possible praying to God that he would come and that he would stop this maniac from murdering me like this.
He will come, I thought to myself, He’s coming. But I knew that if he did he might be too late. Maybe I would never see him again. Maybe we would never marry each other in that beautiful church, or never have the kids we wanted, or grow old with each other like what we dreamed.
I felt the back of my throat close up and tears form in the corners of my eyes. I bit my lip in the darkness and held my sobs back. Richard might not be able to save me.
I was becoming tired. It was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. I had no idea how long I had been in this box, but I knew now that the psychopath had buried me what might have been hours ago when I was unconscious and I was going to become lethargic and become comatose soon and never seen my beautiful Richard again.
A memory flashed in my head just then. It was Richard’s blue-gray eyes, which were looking at me in a calm but passionate sort of way. We were sitting on our usual bench at the park just holding hands and gazing into each others’ eyes. It was a thousand times better than the other memories I had been obtaining.
I wanted to be there then. I wanted to hold him for one last time before I left this life and traveled into a new one. I just wanted to see him one last time.
I imagined he was next to me, that I was not in this wooden coffin, but instead at the park on the...