This is probably my second or third thread, but, can't seem to find any of those right now.
So, figured, I'd start afresh.
It's been quite a while since I've been on AG.
Anyhow -
Here's a short story.
Don't quite have a title for it, it was something we had to write in school.
Theme was just: A Letter
I strolled down the stairs and slumped into a leather armchair and flicked on the TV.
Proceeding through the channels, the colours blurred past.
If I had known at that moment the upcoming events; I would’ve hid myself off the face of the earth.
As the postman rattled on the door, I groaned loudly and pulled myself off the chair.
Opening the door, I looked at him tiredly as he held out three white envelopes one that looked a bit, dampened and a brown package, he held out a delivery docket as I scanned through the words and signed my name across the dotted line.
I opened the layers of tape concealing the cardboard box, as I ripped off the last layer, I realized there was nothing in the box but a few scraps off paper, and tossed it to the side.
I picked up the dampened envelope that nearly tore in my hands, gently peeling off the top; I peered inside the shoddy old envelope that revealed a few pieces of parchment.
The ink was smudged, making the letter near impossible to read.
After looking closely and carefully at the letter, I had made out what it had said:
“I know what you’ve done " I will hunt you down and kill you.
Do not try to hide. I will find you.
Shall you report this " You will be found faster.
This is not a threat. You will die.”
The letter made me stumble in my steps.
Who would want to kill me?
Was this a joke?
I didn’t know what to believe from that point onward.
Instinctively, I headed for the stairs.
My heart was racing; I stuffed a few of my possessions into a bag and fled from my home.
I felt numb walking around the streets.
Was my whole life going to cave in?
Should I have just given up?
What’s the point of running if it’s death you’re hiding from?
I was second-guessing my whole existence.
Every person that walked passed me; I looked at them twice, analysing their face to see if they looked like a psychotic killer.
I thought I was getting paranoid.
I didn’t know where I was going, I just continued to walk, dusty road by dusty road.
Darkness covered the every so enlightening brightness.
I collapsed onto the saturated, dewy grass.
I began to reflect on my life from the past few weeks, where had it all gone wrong?
What did I do to tip off the killer?
Nighttime sounds flooded my frozen ears.
As uncomfortable the ground was, I drifted away into a terrifying sleep.
It was the middle of the day, I was sitting on a jagged cliff, as I peered over the edge to see the water flowing gracefully, sparkling in the sunlight.
There was nobody else around, but I felt apprehensive.
I kept hearing a rustling noise a few feet away from me, but didn’t see anything.
Paranoia must’ve been catching up upon me again.
I lay back on the rocky cliff and felt something dig into my back.
Blood spewed out of my body as I lay there unconsciously.
I woke up with beads of sweat rolling down my face.
Nightmares. That wasn’t the last one I had either.
They’re my dreams.
Why couldn’t I control what happened in them?
