Gasping for air I pause, noticing my surroundings for the first time. A dark expanse of perilous water is stretching out to my left, the waves lapping at the shore. Constant and ongoing. The sound is eerie; it makes me slightly nervous. Briefly, I co...
Gasping for air I pause, noticing my surroundings for the first time. A dark expanse of perilous water is stretching out to my left, the waves lapping at the shore. Constant and ongoing. The sound is eerie; it makes me slightly nervous. Briefly, I consider what is hiding in its treacherous depths. Visions of her body being thrown around by the tide, mangled and broken, plagued by the unrelenting ocean, are beginning to consume my mind.
Are you out there somewhere? Are you hiding right in front of me, beneath the surface? No, of course you're not. But what happened to you that night, a year ago? Why didn't you come home to me? I know you would have if you could; you wouldn't leave me, would you? But you are safe wherever you are, you are happy, aren't you? Are you thinking about me now, are you remembering the events of this day last year too?
To stay in the house would have been unbearable tonight. Memories of her are alive in its walls, vivid and distinguished. She brought the house alive, filling it with joy and happiness. Until the night of September the 21st last year, when she walked over the threshold and never came back. Over and over I have relived that day in my mind but to no avail. Last September has become a blur in my memory — a blur of pain and heartbreak. Each day, as painful as the last. Earlier, I felt that pain hitting me in the chest again, with such force that I struggled to breathe. Even the walls of the house were suffocating, closing in on me until I couldn't take it any longer; I ran senselessly out of the door, thinking of nothing except getting away.
I shiver as the cool night's breeze swirls around me, breaking my thoughts. My bare feet are numb, frozen by the damp wet sand. I glance quickly behind me but can't make out anything I recognise. I have come too far. Realisation that I am completely alone suddenly dawns on me and I begin to find the surrounding darkness daunting. There is no-one around, the only movement is that of the waves gently washing up against the sand. Fear begins to settle deep within me as the sound of a child's scream echoes through the empty air, infiltrating my senses. I would know her voice anywhere. Desperately I turn, searching for her location. Her paranoid wail reaches out to me again and this time I feel it inside of me. My heart feels as cold as the sand beneath my feet. "Lily!" I cry out as I run blindly towards her, pain registering as the surface beneath me transforms form sand to rock. The rough surface cuts my feet, drawing blood. I don't care. I continue racing towards her, calling her name.
The acrid smell of smoke occupies my senses as I emerge on the other side of the rock face. I am faced with a derelict structure that is victim to raging flames. It looks like an old barn. I don't hesitate before running straight in to the burning building. Smoke is billowing around me, making it impossible to see anything other than the malicious glow of fire. I start to cough and lean against the wooden side of the barn for support. The sound of metal on metal comes from somewhere in front of me and I move forwards, my eyes stinging. Heat is radiating on all sides but I persist in my forwards movement. I am choking, my breaths laboured as my lungs scramble for oxygen. The shape of a small girl begins to come into focus and I attempt to quicken my pace, half walking, half crawling towards her. I gasp in horror as I see her wrists are encased by steel chains. A terrified wail escapes from her, lost in the roaring of flames. She is trapped, condemned to a death of pain and torment. Helplessly, I let out a sob of distress and fall to floor of the barn, defeated. I am beyond pain, I am in mental agony. A terrible scream of hysteria can be heard as my vision goes slightly blurry. I realise that it is my own. My body feels disconnected, cut off from my brain. My thoughts are centred on the pain of my loss and my actions have stopped registering. The last of my strength ebbs away and I slide out of consciousness.