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My Unspoken Wounds

- A Moment Of Destiny

Chapter One

Durham – September 2006

The child's blood poured from his ripped legs like a red gravy congealed with dust collected from the road he lay crumpled on. The sun conducted motes of the mangled dust that hung in the warm air kicked up by his murdered body. 

Between me and the kid, sparkly fireflies glinting against the forces moving them into my mouth. A moment of terror inside a beam of light. A simple tragedy. Blood glooped over his wounded ligaments tearing through my dream like a demon stalking its prey. Losing hope after each wasted breath. The stalker salivated with the knowing it would soon enjoy chewed bone and ripped muscle pulling violently each sinew of life from the child's carcass. The kids' knee caps were shattered like my sleep. Broken, in ruins and useless. It was always the same woman that came for me. Long spiny twisted hands wrapped my neck choking her revenge from me. 

“Take me you fucking bitch, C’mon and just snap my neck and be done with it.” Even in this horror I had some fight but no movement. I was ready to die but the terror stayed. Fear still as winter, locks my body inside her madness. Frozen and dangerous as her icy fingers I felt her nastiness closing round my throat holding me down. My breath moving closer to her, stolen from my lungs. I’ve never seen her face, only her stare. An undisturbed focus that disturbed my fear like a shattering cold wind. She knew me. I owed her something. A curse, the feeling of owing death a penny and I was naked to the bone with only my thoughts slowing like the brown gravy blood. Gravy time. Panic left me as quickly as my eyes opened with the fire from last night's drama. The night terror was over, my nightmare was beginning…