Shadow

 
Prologue
My fingers curled inside my woolen gloves, And my nail pierced a hole in the yellow yarn. My eyelashes fluttered revealing my eyes, But I could not see. All that filled my life at this moment were dark thoughts painting a picture of shadows and dreary days, Filled with sorrow. Why did this happen. Misery struck at this time every day. At the time of reflection. I miss the way I could look down and see my hands, every detail , and every crease in my skin, the beige glow That would reflect like a thousand tiny mirrors. All gone. Wasted. My life is now as dull as it could get. Just because of a Murderer. Now the fear follows me like my own shadow .If you have ever known what it is like to see. You are living my dream, no longer are my days filled with happiness and colourful rays of colour exploding like a rainbow. My name is in no way matched to how my life has turned out. I will never live it again. So unfortunate and dreadfully reminding .Ivory Bloom. How cliché Ivory, why Ivory? Every year my dad would take me to see the bloom of the ivory white Roses. I miss that.

This all happened a few years ago… As soon as I arrived home, I could sense that something was out of place, as I cautiously turned on to the news there was a story about a woman who died in hospital, They said she was able to utter a few words before she died... As a thought reaches my mind, I run across the room to the TV and turn it off. I decided to go for an evening stroll.  I walked about three blocks when I felt it the feeling of regret, sorrow and anger, but I continued on. When I reached the library I pulled a book off the shelf and began to read. It had been about 10 minutes when I looked up. There in the window I saw a heap of intimidating, grey fog. This was a very thick looking fog, the colour is in the middle of a silver crystal and the delicate feather of a Grey Kestrel, as I go to issue my book I am greeted by a Very short Girl, with long curly hair and a warm smile, her voice is like a laugh full of giggles with a sense of cheer, she made me smile. As I scurry out of the building a icy wind whips across my face, since it is dusk I must be home soon, so I begin to run. When I reach my house I whack open the door and collapse onto the sofa, the fire is going.. must mean my parents are home.

as a shadowy figure stands at the window I glance over in the other direction. That was when it happened. BANG!

When I woke up I sat up gasping for breath when I was greeted with a tangle of wires and tubes circling my face and body. -Of course I could not see these wires because of the blow to my head – as a gulp of air was sucked into my lungs I panicked because I could not see. I heard a beeping and then a flurry of tiny fast paced footsteps rushing to my aid. Must be a nurse. She had a high voice and was practically squealing when she asked “are you okay?” I muttered yes but I am not sure how clear it was to her, also I recognised  that voice from the library.

After a few days the situation was cleared up and I was informed about what had happened When I was told I would never see again, my mind went blank, and my mind droned out every sound being catapulted at my very confused mind, That’s when my heart started racing and a pinch and a throbbing shot through my body.

Heart attack.

There wasn’t anything I could do I knew I would not go home anytime soon. Since I knew I wouldn’t see again I tried seeing the world through my mind, imagining what the world surrounding me looked like. After some research from my very helpful fingers  - and nervous system - I imagined that my hospital room was a sterile blue-white and my bed was a pristine pink with flowers. I imagined tons of cards and balloons sitting on my bedside table and a radio perched on the highest shelf. Also a view of a million buildings and roads, buzzing with life.

Although I was now blind. I could tell my other senses were getting stronger, I could feel the dips in the cotton blanket on my bed , and the stitch work , embroidered into the plump cushion. I could even smell the coals burning in the heater, at the end of the building. My sense of touch was so good I could do my own – and others – hair.

But my life was still miserable not seeing anything but what seems like a never-ending black night.

When I had a talk to the nurse later that night she said it might be a good day today but I suspect you will feel sorrow tomorrow.  On that night I could hear a storm raging outside I don’t think I slept much that night because I was beginning to feel the sorrow the nurse had mentioned.

I was thinking about being blind on the road, and being run over.. Suddenly My stomach gurgled, the sound like a raging storm in the winter and  I got another visit from my dinner. I called out to the nurse who kindly came and fetched me a drink of diluted juice, it doesn’t sound very nice but it really is.

Because I couldn’t fall asleep after that I began to sing songs that cheer me up. But after a while I just drifted off to a deep and peaceful dream.

When I awoke a nurse was in the room. She said she had some good news and some bad news.

She asked what I wanted to hear first so I simply said the bad news.

The bad news was that I will have to stay off the road when I am by myself and the good news was that they will check me out of hospital the next day.

Early the next morning, at Dawn I took My first steps outside the hospital. My mother was there to guide me but I still felt insecure about going outside. My fear followed me like my own shadow, and every time I heard a voice I didn’t recognise A chill would go spiralling down my spine. When I got to my house All that I could smell was the fire, smelting away in the middle of the room. I still question myself about who it was staring at me through the window that night? But I guess I will never find out. I found myself to the couch and I admired the detail I could feel in the Leather. I could feel every stitch and I started to head outside I tried think about how stupid I was to just simply brush off some complete stranger staring at me through the window, I felt like an idiot to of not done something about it. I started to feel depressed and angry at myself , I could’ve prevented this whole thing.. Tears rolled down my face as I slid down onto the freshly mowed grass I pulled my sleeves over my hands and dabbed my eyes I whimpered quietly too myself, after a while I stood and and started to pace around the yard.. I stood still for a second and a cold breath brushed down my neck I stood still , like a deer in the headlights of a truck , I knew who It was , the person from that night, I braced myself for what was to come

nervously waiting for the monster to do something My fingers went up and ruffled my curly blonde hair, I slowly turned around to face the person I could feel their menacing eyes piercing into my soul and they began to speak cruel words "If you want to be safe, you'll let me free, If you want your life You'll come with me" he spoke in a deep mysterious voice and I stood still for a moment thinking about my options..

He pulled a gloved hand from his pocket in his dark leather overcoat and grabbed me by the arm harshly pulling me closer , “You come with me or you and your whole family die, got it girlie?” I began to sweat In horror, Breathing so deeply I swear you could hear my lungs pounding in my chest, I nodded, I looked up, feeling tears forming in my eyes. He laughed maniacally And I felt a hand find it’s way to my throat, gripping hard and I struggled for breath.

I woke up in a cold room, Not knowing where I was or even remembering who I was. I moved my hand down to what I interpreted as a slab of wood, I felt so depressed. I wish I could see my family. The hairs stood up on the end of my neck when a cold menacing voice broke the silence, erupting in my eardrums as loud as a drum playing inside my head, I suddenly stopped breathing. Voice letting out a little mumble I felt so scared .. what did this man want from me? I moved my hands to my forehead  rubbing my temples, while trying to calm down. I felt a twinge in my stomach and a sharp pain in my right arm. I felt like a headless chicken, I had no Idea where I was, Who this man was, or even what my life was anymore.  I waited until I was sure that monster had gone until I touched my arm, I felt warm, wet ooze. Blood.

This man had hurt me physically and emotionally. I wasn’t going to be puppet anymore. I shouted without even the slightest shake in my voice. “HEY! YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE COME GET ME!” I felt a cold gust of wind rush past me my lips pushed tight together and my feet felt attached to the ground.. One breath left .. then black…

By now You would think that I am used to blacking out .. but not with this man stalking me, I couldn’t see but I was trying to picture this man In my head, I had imagined him with a dark coat with a dark hood shadowing his face. I screamed “WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR NAME!” no response. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME!!!!” I forced out with all my breath. Just an evil laugh. “shadow ”. Shadow, seriously? How Ironic.

I woke to the sound Of a terrifying machine beeping loudly in my ear. I stopped breathing and sat still, waiting for this man to appear. Just then I felt a hand pull me upwards and he pinned me to the wall like I was a ragdoll. He slammed the side of my face to the wall , instantly swelling and growing purple bruises. I groaned in pain and threw a punch to where his face was, hearing a crunch of bone, I regretted that when I felt the tip of a blade touch my neck. Tears rolling down my cheek I slipped down the wall to the floor , balancing on the tip of my toes, I waited, he swung down towards me with the knife, I heard it break the air..

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER!

PS: Hi I am having some writers block at the moment and I am writing another story called Windows to the soul  So this story may not be updated for a while seeing as I am focusing on the other story. But if you do have any suggestions for Shadow please leave them in the comments below, or even an email. Thanks. Bye