13.05.18

Iona continued to cower behind the rock. Her fingers were trembling and her heartbeat had increased.

The footsteps grew closer.

Iona closed her eyes willing them away.

If only she had listened and not wondered off, she would’ve been safe at base camp; probably on to her second round of food by now.

She felt her belly begin to rumble. The trembles deepened.

Scared it might bring attention to her she willed to stop.

The footsteps that had long since past began to move back towards her.

This was it, it was all going to be over.

She cursed her belly, cursed it with all of her being.

Of all the things in the world she had been let down by the sounds of her digestive system.

Closing her eyes, she awaited her misfortune.

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21.04.18

Silence is scary.

Have you ever sat in a room, without making a noise and just listened? I mean really listened.

There’s always some form of noise. Whether it’s electronics humming or old structures creaking, there is always some form of noise.

So when you are confronted by total silence, then my friend you must be prepared to be scared.

And scared I was.

The silence was more than deafening.

I wanted to scream, to bash my fists against the outside of my ears just so I could hear something other than my shaky breath.

I wanted nothing more than to run away to the comfort of my own home, to the noises that kept me safe. But I couldn’t, I was trapped here.

I sat there in the darkness, my nails raw from having clawed at the door previously. I was never getting out of here. I was never going home.

Invisible non existent tears rolled down my cheeks. Dried up from many episodes of crying.

I was all alone.

With only silence as my constant companion.

10.03.18

A voice shouted up from the garden breaking the tranquility I had set for my self.

Just my luck, I had only just closed my eyes.

The day had been long and tiring and all I had wanted to do at the end, was dive under my covers and meet the land of nod.

And now I had done just that I was woken up. Why didn’t people have consideration for others?

The shouting intensified and was joined by another voice.

A sick realisation slowly hit me, the voice did not belong to Dan. Neither did the other one.

I whipped back my bedcovers, alarm rising inside of me.

Who was in the garden?

The fear continued to grow as I crept across the floor to my window.

I slowly pulled back the curtain, but only enough so that I wouldn’t be spotted.

Two large dark figures were standing at the bottom of my garden.

My heart began to hammer in my chest.

The shouting had now stopped and they were walking towards the house.

My mouth began to dry.

I raced over to my phone and dialled Dan’s number. The phone trilled out. Of course he wouldn’t answer, he was on the other side of the world. He was probably stuck in meetings. And what would he be able to do for me?

I keyed 999 into my keypad and a bright and airy voice answered after two short rings.

“There are two strange men in my garden,” I stammered.

I gave my name and address and the voice advised that they would be sending a police officer to investigate.

I ended the call and looked back out the window. The figures had gone.

Were they in the house? I hadn’t heard any noises. The house was silent.

I scanned the room for places to hide. There was not enough space to fit under the bed and the cupboard was too small.

I thought back to the argument me and Dan had, had about getting a wardrobe fitted. How I wish that I had not given in and fought harder.

This was it. They were gonna find me and I was going to die.

There were so many things that I hadn’t done. So many things that I still wanted to experience.

I would plead with them to spare me. They could take anything, have everything. Nothing was worth more than my life.

The sound of footsteps brought me back into the present.

I stood still behind the door and held my breathe, waiting.