But man dies, and is laid low;
man breathes his last, and where is he?
As waters fail from a lake,
and a river wastes away and dries up,
so man lies down and rises not again;
till the heavens are no more he will not awake,
or be aroused out of his sleep. (Job 14:10-12) [1] )
As I remembered, this verse was read at my grandfathers funeral. The last day before the witch snatched me and put me in a nightmare. Each waking moment of my life, I felt the meaning of this verse more and more. Now, more than ever I could feel the burn of this verse coursing through my veins. I had made that promise in to save Molly 3 days before, sitting in that tree, as if there was a hope. Ever since I had eaten that little slimy rat I found in the woods, I had seen things. Whatever I had eaten had been tainted. I hadn't drank, hadn't ate, and barely could sleep with all of the rustling out in the woods. The end was near, and I could feel it.
I;m sitting on the floor of the Retreat, waiting to be the reapers next meal. I was dead from the start. I had no chance and I still have no chance. I'm mince meat.
I look around, making sure that I would die looking up at the sky, the beautiful, sun lit sky that had lit the Earth back in my time and even a million years before that. I looked around some more, seeing if any creatures had noticed me, ready for their next meal. Nope.
I then listened, listened for those last little footsteps before something came out of the woods. But that never came. I heard nothing, felt nothing, and saw nothing, but forest, but retreat. But then came the noise. The little whisper. The chant.
"Klarsey... Klarsey..." I could hear it being chanted, over and over again. I was so passed out, I could barely make sense of anything anymore. I screamed back.
"WHAT?!? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!? I'M DEAD WITCH!!! JUST KILL ME NOW WHY DON'T YOU!!!"
I listened again. Again the voice came. "Klarsey... Klarsey..." I then realized something. It was my mothers voice. I sprang up, quickly, and looked. "Klarsey..." I took off in a mad dash towards the voice right behind me. "Klarsey..." It was getting louder, and louder now. Was this just a figment of my imagination? "Klarsey..." I sprinted now. Full sprint, not knowing where I was going, and so red from the blood rushing through my entire body. But I didn't care. My mother was here. "Klarsey..."
I whispered to myself under my breath. "What Mom? I'm coming Mom." I was still in my mad dash. As I ran, I started to get a feeling this was all in my head. I didn't care anymore. I mean, if it was imagination, I was dead anyway. I kept running. I then ran into a giant web of vines. I tried to run through them but got stopped flat and fell over. They weren't stretching like vines would though. They came to a sudden stop.
"Your welcome..." Came the voice in my head. But this time, as it slowly said this, it turned. It went from the sweet loving voice of my mum, to... the witch.
I looked at the vines, not caring yet about the voice change that went on inside my head. I grabbed the vines and pulled them towards me. Grabbing them they came at me when I gave them a little tug. I then ripped them away. Under them was the cause of my sudden fall. A sign of greatness. In front of me was a familiar wall. It was the wall to the Society of Masks fortress.
I look around, making sure that I would die looking up at the sky, the beautiful, sun lit sky that had lit the Earth back in my time and even a million years before that. I looked around some more, seeing if any creatures had noticed me, ready for their next meal. Nope.
I then listened, listened for those last little footsteps before something came out of the woods. But that never came. I heard nothing, felt nothing, and saw nothing, but forest, but retreat. But then came the noise. The little whisper. The chant.
"Klarsey... Klarsey..." I could hear it being chanted, over and over again. I was so passed out, I could barely make sense of anything anymore. I screamed back.
"WHAT?!? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!? I'M DEAD WITCH!!! JUST KILL ME NOW WHY DON'T YOU!!!"
I listened again. Again the voice came. "Klarsey... Klarsey..." I then realized something. It was my mothers voice. I sprang up, quickly, and looked. "Klarsey..." I took off in a mad dash towards the voice right behind me. "Klarsey..." It was getting louder, and louder now. Was this just a figment of my imagination? "Klarsey..." I sprinted now. Full sprint, not knowing where I was going, and so red from the blood rushing through my entire body. But I didn't care. My mother was here. "Klarsey..."
I whispered to myself under my breath. "What Mom? I'm coming Mom." I was still in my mad dash. As I ran, I started to get a feeling this was all in my head. I didn't care anymore. I mean, if it was imagination, I was dead anyway. I kept running. I then ran into a giant web of vines. I tried to run through them but got stopped flat and fell over. They weren't stretching like vines would though. They came to a sudden stop.
"Your welcome..." Came the voice in my head. But this time, as it slowly said this, it turned. It went from the sweet loving voice of my mum, to... the witch.
I looked at the vines, not caring yet about the voice change that went on inside my head. I grabbed the vines and pulled them towards me. Grabbing them they came at me when I gave them a little tug. I then ripped them away. Under them was the cause of my sudden fall. A sign of greatness. In front of me was a familiar wall. It was the wall to the Society of Masks fortress.
