But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prey As the date nears I long to get free. I must get out of this town. I see his face looming in front of mine. That evil, leering, lude grin. The darkness of the middle of nowhere. The rusty red truck. The sky, so dark, pitch black filling every corner. Knowing that if I screamed no one would hear. Trying to push him off, my 90 pound body too frail, too weak from laxatives to budge him. The tiny, pleading voice. Was it my own? "Please stop, you are hurting me." "Relax." I don't know you. Get off of me. I don't even know your last name. All I know is that you know my friend, or at least you said you did. All I know is you dragged me out in the middle of nowhere. I was not the first. He is out of jail. That means I won't be the last. In ten days it will be exactly one year. I have to get out. I have to leave town. I am having more flashbacks. I dream of people chasing after me, trying to kill me. I cannot escape them. I only manage to wake up right before they do kill me. I pulled another all nighter. I can not sleep. In my sleep I am prey. In my wake I know someone out there wishes me dead. So I live in exhaustion. I live in fear. The grin, the lude grin, I see it wherever I go. The horrible, decieving smile. Who will be the next victim? 9:24 a.m. - 2003-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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