Waking Relief by Christina Ironstone

I wrote this back in first or second year of university.   This is something I wrote one evening when I couldn’t sleep.  Funny enough writing a darker story kept me from sleeping  😛

The cold fall wind sent a shiver down Emily’s spine. Her grey cotton sweater was definitely not weather appropriate. Despite the wind that chilled straight to her core, there was something else in the air, something sinister.  Maybe someone was hiding in the shrubs right ahead of her where the street light was out or maybe those distant footsteps were actually an escaped mental patient looking to steal her identity. Stop it! Watching all those scary movies on campus at the student life centre probably wasn’t the best idea. But who was she to turn down a bloodsuckers’ marathon concluding with bloodsuckers 4: return of the dark lord.  She always loved the part where the dark lord was hiding in the police car where Justine and Heather run to for safety only to meet sudden death.  Creak.  Right now walking home at 1am was looking like a bad idea.  Rex, co-ordinator of ride safe, had offered to find her an ride home and she hadn’t accepted. It’s only a five minute walk from Bleeker street. My house is on the corner of Churchill and Aspen, I can make it.

Now she was seriously regretting her decision. Creak.  Snap. She only had about four more blocks to go and she would be home where she could lock the door and sink in the safety of her own home. Those distant footsteps became less distant as time passed and the creaking noise was more prominent. Her heart began to race faster than an Olympic sprinter on the track. Maybe if she ran a little, she would lose the chill and frightened feeling that overwhelmed her.  The rush of wind became more intense as she thrusted herself forward towards and the street sign for Aspen was in sight. She was almost home, almost safe.  As she rounded off Churchill Street she felt something pierce the skin on the back of her neck, before her hand could instinctively reach for the pained area, a wave of faintness washed over her. Emily’s vision blurred as she scrambled to make it to her doorway but a strong, blurry hooded figure enclosed her from behind.  Emily pushed with all her might to free herself but all that effort translated into a light swatting that did nothing to deter the hooded figure. Her last thought before the world began to slip away involved how incredibly stupid she was for rejecting a safe ride home and would never again see….. Emily’s body became fully limp in the perpetrator’s arms as she exhaled her last breath.

Beep, beep, beep!     Emily opened her eyes to find it was her alarm clock screeching at her.  She glanced around. She was in her room! It was all a dream. Relief flowed so powerfully that tears poured down her rosy, sleep-laden cheek.  It was just a dream.  Now she remembered arriving home and after a brief snack passing out on her bed.  After stopping the persistent shrill of her alarm, she vowed to reduce the number of scary movies in her future.   Maybe.


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