TORMENTED

tormented

 

He could hear them

They screamed his name

He shivered

He looked around

He saw no one

He could feel their presence

He could hear them

He cringed

One had a shrill voice

Two whispered

The others were deep groans

It sent shivers down his spine

His eyes were wide open

He looked around in horror

Why was he hearing them?

Where was it coming from?

Where were they hiding?

Why were they calling out his name?

Who were they?

He felt the warm liquid trickle down his legs

His own waste

What was happening to him?

Was it his past?

Was it his sins?

He killed her ten years ago

Why was he being tormented now?

No one knew

He told no one…

Who were they?

He heard them chorus his name again

The voices were getting louder

He could feel the goose bumps on his skin

His heart was racing like a wild bull

Everything seemed surreal

But it was really happening!

He panicked

He shivered

He screamed

Hoping to drown their voices with his scream

Everything went quiet

And just when he thought it was over

He heard them again

Louder

And closer!

He looked around

And then he saw them

Right in front of him

He froze in fear

He could taste his own fear

It tasted sour and toxic

Immediately, he shut his eyes

And breathed his last

Welcoming death with a warm embrace

What a relief!

Or so he thought…

 

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2017 Sylvia Chika

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