Her heart beat in her ears as she breathed heavily, the darkness whipping her breath from her lungs, her hands pressed over her ears to drown out the heavy thud, her body twitching involuntarily and her eyes clamped shut, her knees tucked up near to her chest, she screamed silently as pain shot through her shoulder. A hand was wrenched from her ear as a dark, salvating monster stood over her, it's body made of darkness, it's eyes two glowing pits that seemed ever-moving in it's dripping face, she could feel the beat of the beast's heart through it's hand, it matched her own. A long, serpentine tail flicked into the air, scattering dark globules across the walls. She screamed silently again as she pried her eyes open to see this dark beast.
Sitting upright, screaming hoarsely, her fingernails scrabbled at the flagstones beside her sleeping bag. The fire had been reduced to a small pile of ash, which was now sent swirling towards her by a stray gust of wind. She coughed slightly as the ash streamed into her face, and she turned her head away quickly, wincing as she did so. She wiped the ash from her face and sighed, pushing her dark hair out of her face, which she had cut to shoulder-length messily. She picked up her old MP3 player hand headphones, frowning heavily as she turned it on. Only If For A Night by Florence and the Machine. Of course, it would be.
Slowly, she looked up at the entrance to the shrine, which the large, wooden doors were now slightly ajar, and she blinked soot out of her eye, laying on her side once again, pulling her knees up to her chest as she listened to the slow and sad song, burying her face into the warmth of the quilted material.
Sitting upright, screaming hoarsely, her fingernails scrabbled at the flagstones beside her sleeping bag. The fire had been reduced to a small pile of ash, which was now sent swirling towards her by a stray gust of wind. She coughed slightly as the ash streamed into her face, and she turned her head away quickly, wincing as she did so. She wiped the ash from her face and sighed, pushing her dark hair out of her face, which she had cut to shoulder-length messily. She picked up her old MP3 player hand headphones, frowning heavily as she turned it on. Only If For A Night by Florence and the Machine. Of course, it would be.
Slowly, she looked up at the entrance to the shrine, which the large, wooden doors were now slightly ajar, and she blinked soot out of her eye, laying on her side once again, pulling her knees up to her chest as she listened to the slow and sad song, burying her face into the warmth of the quilted material.