Post by Sarah on Aug 25, 2011 14:55:09 GMT -6
So this is the prologue to a story I have started. I am pretty sure it will be a short story.
Prologue
The pain, it moved, striking everything in its path. Lilianna Irina Gustova slowly crawled towards the entrance of the alley. The bruises covered every inch of her body and the cuts bled freely onto the cold ground. She felt weak and sluggish, her thoughts barely coherent. Her voice was inaudible due to several thin cuts across her throat. She just knew she was going to die. That thought however did not depress her. Her life had never been a joyous one and she welcomed death as freedom from this horror that she had called her life. She really didn’t have anything to live for so why should she fight death? Her movements continued to become more sluggish and slowed her progress to towards the light. She laughed sadly to herself. Moving towards the light, wasn’t that what she had been trying to do her whole life, only never reaching it, and this would be the icing on the cake. She literally died trying to reach the light. Irony was a cruel bastard. The pain seemed to intensify, she couldn’t think anymore. It seemed as if her whole body was being torn apart, limb from limb. She stopped her struggle. It seemed futile at this point. She welcomed the blackness as it enveloped her.
- - -
Light warmed her face. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t open. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. She couldn’t feel anything anymore. The pain has disappeared.. Was she dreaming? Was she in heaven? Thoughts and questions zoomed through her brain as she slowly was able to open her eyes. Her eyes hurt from the bright light that burned around her. As her eyes began to focus she took in her surroundings. All around her, everything was white. There was no color; it was almost as if she was trapped in mental institution. The saying, a white padded cell came to mind, but she was too weak to each any of the walls to see if they were padded.
Prologue
The pain, it moved, striking everything in its path. Lilianna Irina Gustova slowly crawled towards the entrance of the alley. The bruises covered every inch of her body and the cuts bled freely onto the cold ground. She felt weak and sluggish, her thoughts barely coherent. Her voice was inaudible due to several thin cuts across her throat. She just knew she was going to die. That thought however did not depress her. Her life had never been a joyous one and she welcomed death as freedom from this horror that she had called her life. She really didn’t have anything to live for so why should she fight death? Her movements continued to become more sluggish and slowed her progress to towards the light. She laughed sadly to herself. Moving towards the light, wasn’t that what she had been trying to do her whole life, only never reaching it, and this would be the icing on the cake. She literally died trying to reach the light. Irony was a cruel bastard. The pain seemed to intensify, she couldn’t think anymore. It seemed as if her whole body was being torn apart, limb from limb. She stopped her struggle. It seemed futile at this point. She welcomed the blackness as it enveloped her.
- - -
Light warmed her face. She tried to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t open. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. She couldn’t feel anything anymore. The pain has disappeared.. Was she dreaming? Was she in heaven? Thoughts and questions zoomed through her brain as she slowly was able to open her eyes. Her eyes hurt from the bright light that burned around her. As her eyes began to focus she took in her surroundings. All around her, everything was white. There was no color; it was almost as if she was trapped in mental institution. The saying, a white padded cell came to mind, but she was too weak to each any of the walls to see if they were padded.