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Tragedy: Chapter 1
The atmosphere contained nothing except the thunderous beats, when each time my feet stumbled upon the jagged surface as I ran. I had cold feet. My breathing was hard and smoldering, legs ached and trembled and lungs ripped apart with heavy metal claws. My head was drumming against my skull, and heart throbbed dreadfully, giving me thumps on the ribs. Exhaustion took over me but I made bold and ran to a bitter end, with a thought circling in my floating brain. I was fleeing from someone and the fret and agitation depicted that someone was after me.
My breath was fainting. I started to throttle. It became hard to manage more running; my pace slowed. A bitter electric shock went through my feet, originating from the toe, instantly. I fell on the ground, producing a thud. I couldn’t get up because of fatigue; had fallen upside down and crept forward.
Dragging my exhausted body, my stretched hand touched something hard and cold. Felt more like a huge rock. I dragged further and somehow, hardly, managed to rest my back on the rock. I couldn’t feel my legs now. My throat had dried. It was dark. Nothing was visible. I starred at it. Squinting didn’t help.
The fear ruled over me. My breath was escaping. I could hardly keep my body and soul together. At every instant, the howling of fear increased. My eyes tried to search and ears to hear. The air was tranquil. There was not even a hum. More fear. Suddenly, slow and gradual footsteps started to drum against my ears.
I was breathing my last breath. There wasn’t else to save me and I was all alone on my own. The exhaustion and formidability got better of me; my body paralyzed. I was half dead; the soul has to go now. “Hope for the best and get the worst”. The footsteps were loud now, loud enough that I could judge, it was close. I heard breathing; the rhythm and pace wasn’t mine, someone else was breathing.
It was close…
“Bloody Marry… Bloody Marry,” a stone heavy voice struck my head. The rhythm in the voice was fearful. Why would someone take the name of a ghost? What was happening? I was unable to think more.
The air started to blow; atmosphere became chilly. My body frozen in its place started to shiver. A squeaking laughing sound ran past my ear. I couldn’t see anything but gave my head a jerk to look. I turned it straight again slowly. The fear had already burst my head but now my eyes exploded into tears. A beam of light suddenly tore apart the darkness and landed into my eyes. I couldn’t blink, instead, my eyes widened and stared into it. Nothing was visible to me but I was visible to someone behind that small round light source. A portion of warm air gradually warmed my freezing veins at the side of my neck but it was no pleasure. There was someone breathing close to me, so close that it could touch and kill in a jiff. I didn’t turn my head to look. There wasn’t one I was running from_ there were two; one behind the light and one_ Bloody Marry.