I pause, pen barely touching paper, trying to compose myself, my eyes welling up with water as I try to force the memory out of my head, to the page beneath me. My scrawl barely understandable like the circumstances caused it.
I can see that long winding pathway down to the water, the moonlight shimmering through the trees and the mist, glistening as its reflected off the puddles.
Its not the scenery that terrifies me, rather its the destination in which I cannot change, it’s the result in which I fear.
I run. Trying to escape the path, smashing my way through shrubbery and palms, I see the clouds above me rolling in with thunder, the lightning dancing across its curves and bubbles, appearing out of nowhere, masking the moonlight, only to be seen for brief moments at a time. I stop trying to catch my breath and gather my bearings. I breathe in, feeling the fresh air rush into my chest, its cool tentacles outstretching itself to the outreaches of my body.
I hear bats flying overhead, their echolocation piercing my ears, I run, wanting to outrun everything, no longer able to see in front of me, stumbling around with my arms outstretched I stop, my hands closing down on a soft hair like object. A flash of lightning, i can see my feet bruised and battered standing on broken branches and leaves. I look up slowly, now unable to see anything. Another flash, eyes appearing from the darkness lighting up orange, the air around me no longer cool and fresh, but hot and musky.
Another flash and its gone. I fall forward as I realise I was using it as support to catch my breath. More flashes, eyes all around me.
I leap back in shock, crawling backwards just wanting it to end, my mind pacing, hurting.
I got to my feet slowly as the eyes faded to darkness, turning around cautiously. The moon reappearing between the gaps in the clouds.
I see the path and the body at the bottom surrounded by blood.
Carbon Tax Will be redistributed in the following manner = 55% to Households, 35% to Business and 30% to trade exposed industries... Not only does that equal 120%, but isn't this meant to go into the environment?!? Off ya go Gilliard, time for another Election, enough of the lies!!
A close friend of the opposite sex that you spend a lot of time with and talk to often much the same as you would with a girl/boyfriend, though they never will become your girl/boyfriend due to factors such as, but not limited to: age difference, the other person being in a relationship, the other person living too far away, fear of ruining the friendship etc.
You will often to “date-like” things with them, such as: go to dinner and a movie, take them to a party to introduce them to your friends, or have them meet your parents. though you will never do other “date-like” things, such as: hold hands while walking, get/give a kiss goodnight, have them to a big family function like Christmas dinner etc.
Can be a cause of grief and jealousy if one of the friends is in a relationship and their girl/boyfriend feels threatened by the surrogate friend.