I am really posting this because I am curious. I have been writing a story I have in my head. I am not a writer and I don’t really know the first thing about doing it correctly. I would love to know what you think about this small piece. It happens to be the last thing I wrote today so you won’t really understand the story but I hope it is at least interesting to read for the excerpt it is. Does it make you want to read more or are you so bored you couldn’t read the whole piece? Be honest!
My heart is pounding; I am frantically trying to piece together everything I just saw in my head. It was in my head wasn’t it? Lydia is watching me, eyes wide with a thin layer of tears accumulating on the surface. She looks like she knows what I saw but I don’t understand it couldn’t have been real. She cautiously reaches for my hands. “I think there is probably a moment, when we are vulnerable, that darkness could seize any of us and bend us to its will. This is why I pray, I pray to keep the darkness away. I pray the demons don’t decide to wear me like a suit and play.” What? What is she saying? Those monsters were real? I shake my head willing her to stop because I can’t make my voice work, “What you believe in doesn’t really matter because I can just name it darkness to make my point. You can pray or not pray, scream or not scream, either way for right now it is determined to stay.” I looked up at her hoping she would see that I didn’t want to understand any of this but she continued as she fixed her eyes on some point in the distance, “I was very small the first time darkness frightened me; I was left in an alley with my favorite doll. Well, I guess “left” is a bit of a stretch since the homeless man, Ray, was being paid in Vodka to watch me during my mom’s shift. Anyway, I guess the mobile that hung above my crib was a bit different as I got to watch shadows leaping to and fro, dancing a macabre and menacing dance on the building walls surrounding me. One night I was about to fall asleep watching the shadows perform when darkness decided to visit. The shadows seemed different, not as fluid, more menacing than before. I vaguely remember the shadows sounding insane and very angry. These shadows had wings. It was the first moment I remember seeing them.” Oh God please no! She just described them, the monsters. I pull my hands from her and used them to cover my face. I don’t understand and I don’t care I just want to go back to sleep. Her voice became softer as she continued although my mind wasn’t able to process how she could be so calm. “It wasn’t until later I had discovered the truth about the alley. That night my mom came out the back entrance and found Ray with his throat cut lying next to a woman who had been brutally raped and murdered. She found me lying with my doll in Ray’s box of Vodka bottles.” I felt Lydia stand up and heard her cross the room. I tried my eyes to see if they were going to play tricks on me but everything seemed to be back to normal. Lydia opened up her top dresser drawer and turned back towards the bed. She sat next to me and handed me a doll. “This is Sarah!” Lydia said with fondness. “My mom met a police officer that night that took us in and helped my mom get clean.” She got a big smile on her face then laughed and said, “The officer’s name was Ray.” I have never seen Lydia smile, or laugh, it caught me off guard and for a moment I forgot where we were and what we were doing and I laughed. She is beautiful when she smiles, the boys will never believe me. The thought flings me back to reality, “They will never believe any of this!”