Spook
May 6th, 2011, 01:30 PM
I know I won't make it. I run through the wet grass, and the rain starts again. I slosh through mud puddles, spattering my clothes, and my wet hair clings to my cold chapped face. I tighten my jacket around me as I run. To those black gates.
"You can't go home." Her acidic voice hisses. The tears and the rain sting my eyes. I know she is much faster, and stronger than me, and I know I will never make it. The large black iron gate looms like a shadow above me. A shadow that I can chase and chase, but I will never catch it. She grabs me by the back of my jacket. I slide out of it, and my aching legs move on. My wet hair wips into my face, and water patters onto my clothes, chilling me to the bone. She is right behind me now, breath in my ear. "You can't go home." She says again. I keep running. Suddenly I stumble over something on the ground. I fall, but then a strong hand catches me. The hand then clamps over my mouth, and the dark figure pulls me into an alleyway. He pushes me to the ground, and starts tearing off my clothes. I try to scream, but all that comes out is air. He throws the clothes into a dumpster, picks me up into his arms, and begins to run. In my bra and underwear, the rain stings my bare skin. Suddenly we duck into a door, and we are in a warm, dimly lit cottage. There is a sink, a small oak table, a brown shag rug, and oriental paintings and artwork hanging on the walls. There is a desk in one corner with a heap of papers, and a small bed. He grabs a towel, and hands it to me, then gives me a large night shirt. "She would have smelled the clothing." He says. "Who are you? How do you know about her? Answer me!" I stutter out madly. "My name is Aaron. I'm here to help you escape. You couldn't have made it, kid." He said with a husky voice. "Well, aren't you gonna ask my name?" I ask him. "I know your name. Iv'e been following you for a long time." he says. My eyes widen. "What?" I say.
He sits down at the table as I change into the shirt. It smells like sawdust, but it is a relief from the cold wet clothes I had. I notice Aaron now that we are in the light. He has long shaggy brown hair, sea green eyes, and tan skin. He is shirtless, and has toned muscles. My eyes run down, and I notice him snicker. I look up, embarassed. He looks about eighteen, same age as me. "Your eyes." I suddenly say. Sea green. It rings a bell. He nods. "I was...Sarah's brother." My eyes widen. "I was the only one that survived." He says. "Then...Basila?" I ask. He nods. "A ghost." He whispers. "My mom...she lives in that old big house there. She floats through the halls alone all day. Her little baby Sarah died in that fire when she dropped a cigarette, and both of them can't go to rest." He says quietly. "Um...Sarah is gone." I say. He nods. "By bringing her back to the night she died, with fire, you put her to rest. Thank you...for that." He says, eyes sparkling. "Don't worry. You didn't hurt her." He says assuringly. I nod.
"So...why have you been following me?" I ask. He nods. "I found ut about mom babysitting you. I knew things wouldn't go well. That isn't...her. Whan she was alive...she was a different person. Beautiful, cheery, knew how to put a smile on your face. I miss that mom. She's almost like...a demon...now." He says, and suddenly his eyes overflow. "Im sorry." I say, putting my hand over his. Suddenly he moves in. He pushes me against his bare skin. His lips touch mine, moving up and down my neck. I don't move. i can't. He kisses me so deeply I get the chills. Almost as if he isn't there...that he died that night along with everybody else in that house. I guess that is what will happen to your soul. Tears run down my eyes as this all comes to me. He stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done..." He says. Then he's quiet. I look up. There's the little whispy-haired girl.
"Aarony. I love you." She says. He reaches out, but she's gone. He breaks down again. Suddenly the clouds part, and fresh sunlight streams in. I hear a terrible scream outside, and there she is...being dissolved by the sun. Basilla...the haunting ghost. She is gone. A glowing light is on the other side of the room once again, and a beautiful woman with a petite figure, small lips, and large green eyes is standing there. "Aaron. You survived that night for a reason." She says softly. "Karabella, tell your mother...my daughter...that I said I am sorry." She says. Then the sun brightens, and she is gone. They have passed on. Aaron and I look at each other, and we both break down and cry with joy. He kisses me, and I kiss him back. He is on earth for a reason.
Even the supernatural needs a reason to exist.
Key to my heart. That is Aaron.
"You can't go home." Her acidic voice hisses. The tears and the rain sting my eyes. I know she is much faster, and stronger than me, and I know I will never make it. The large black iron gate looms like a shadow above me. A shadow that I can chase and chase, but I will never catch it. She grabs me by the back of my jacket. I slide out of it, and my aching legs move on. My wet hair wips into my face, and water patters onto my clothes, chilling me to the bone. She is right behind me now, breath in my ear. "You can't go home." She says again. I keep running. Suddenly I stumble over something on the ground. I fall, but then a strong hand catches me. The hand then clamps over my mouth, and the dark figure pulls me into an alleyway. He pushes me to the ground, and starts tearing off my clothes. I try to scream, but all that comes out is air. He throws the clothes into a dumpster, picks me up into his arms, and begins to run. In my bra and underwear, the rain stings my bare skin. Suddenly we duck into a door, and we are in a warm, dimly lit cottage. There is a sink, a small oak table, a brown shag rug, and oriental paintings and artwork hanging on the walls. There is a desk in one corner with a heap of papers, and a small bed. He grabs a towel, and hands it to me, then gives me a large night shirt. "She would have smelled the clothing." He says. "Who are you? How do you know about her? Answer me!" I stutter out madly. "My name is Aaron. I'm here to help you escape. You couldn't have made it, kid." He said with a husky voice. "Well, aren't you gonna ask my name?" I ask him. "I know your name. Iv'e been following you for a long time." he says. My eyes widen. "What?" I say.
He sits down at the table as I change into the shirt. It smells like sawdust, but it is a relief from the cold wet clothes I had. I notice Aaron now that we are in the light. He has long shaggy brown hair, sea green eyes, and tan skin. He is shirtless, and has toned muscles. My eyes run down, and I notice him snicker. I look up, embarassed. He looks about eighteen, same age as me. "Your eyes." I suddenly say. Sea green. It rings a bell. He nods. "I was...Sarah's brother." My eyes widen. "I was the only one that survived." He says. "Then...Basila?" I ask. He nods. "A ghost." He whispers. "My mom...she lives in that old big house there. She floats through the halls alone all day. Her little baby Sarah died in that fire when she dropped a cigarette, and both of them can't go to rest." He says quietly. "Um...Sarah is gone." I say. He nods. "By bringing her back to the night she died, with fire, you put her to rest. Thank you...for that." He says, eyes sparkling. "Don't worry. You didn't hurt her." He says assuringly. I nod.
"So...why have you been following me?" I ask. He nods. "I found ut about mom babysitting you. I knew things wouldn't go well. That isn't...her. Whan she was alive...she was a different person. Beautiful, cheery, knew how to put a smile on your face. I miss that mom. She's almost like...a demon...now." He says, and suddenly his eyes overflow. "Im sorry." I say, putting my hand over his. Suddenly he moves in. He pushes me against his bare skin. His lips touch mine, moving up and down my neck. I don't move. i can't. He kisses me so deeply I get the chills. Almost as if he isn't there...that he died that night along with everybody else in that house. I guess that is what will happen to your soul. Tears run down my eyes as this all comes to me. He stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done..." He says. Then he's quiet. I look up. There's the little whispy-haired girl.
"Aarony. I love you." She says. He reaches out, but she's gone. He breaks down again. Suddenly the clouds part, and fresh sunlight streams in. I hear a terrible scream outside, and there she is...being dissolved by the sun. Basilla...the haunting ghost. She is gone. A glowing light is on the other side of the room once again, and a beautiful woman with a petite figure, small lips, and large green eyes is standing there. "Aaron. You survived that night for a reason." She says softly. "Karabella, tell your mother...my daughter...that I said I am sorry." She says. Then the sun brightens, and she is gone. They have passed on. Aaron and I look at each other, and we both break down and cry with joy. He kisses me, and I kiss him back. He is on earth for a reason.
Even the supernatural needs a reason to exist.
Key to my heart. That is Aaron.