Original fic, not fanfic..
So I've decided to post one of the things that I wrote a couple years ago for a contest.
I won 1st place and everything, so eh. I found it and thought I would share.
Tara Freeman sat down on her bed and lay back on her pillows. She glanced over at her alarm clock that was located on the nightstand beside her it read 5:42. Her stomach growled a little. She was grateful that her mother had already started dinner. It should be ready soon, she thought with a smile. Tara yawned loudly and closed her eyes, turning over on her side.
"Honey?" It was her mother's voice that woke her, and she groggily looked at her clock. She jumped up; it was already 6:30! Tara ran to the railing and looked down from the second floor to see what was wrong. She didn't notice the panic in her mother's voice however, and was shocked to see the man standing behind her, with the knife at her throat. "Run, Tara!" Her mother screamed, but all Tara did was stand there, stunned, as the man cut her mother. She fell to the floor, motionless; her blood ran onto the spotless carpet. It was then that Tara found her legs again. She ran blindly back to her room, closing the door behind her. Tara could hear the footsteps of the man coming up the stairs after her. She clamped her hand over her mouth to try to hide her quick breathing. She stood with her back on the door for a second, tears sliding down her face. This can't be happening. The footsteps drawing closer took her out of her denial. Tara ran to her huge closet, silently opening the door and running inside. It was a few minutes before she heard the man open her door. She still had her hand clamped over her mouth, but she was sure that he could here her heartbeat. It was so loud in her ears that it was all she could hear. She had her eyes fixed on the small sliver of light that came from the bottom of the closet door. It seemed like hours before the shadow appeared in front of it. Her eyes widened in terror, and the door flung open. The scream bubbled in her throat but the knife was there to take her life before she could even get it out.
It was then that Tara woke up. She sat up straight, her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she was gasping for air. The dream was so vivid; it was like she was watching it through her own eyes. She even could feel the pain of the knife going into her. It took a few minutes for her heart to calm its rapid beating, but when it did she glanced at her clock. Tara watched it slowly click to 6:30. "Honey?" Her mother's panicked voice was like ice to her heart. She froze, and tears filled her eyes.
Tara knew that those words marked the beginning of a horrible end.
I won 1st place and everything, so eh. I found it and thought I would share.
Tara Freeman sat down on her bed and lay back on her pillows. She glanced over at her alarm clock that was located on the nightstand beside her it read 5:42. Her stomach growled a little. She was grateful that her mother had already started dinner. It should be ready soon, she thought with a smile. Tara yawned loudly and closed her eyes, turning over on her side.
"Honey?" It was her mother's voice that woke her, and she groggily looked at her clock. She jumped up; it was already 6:30! Tara ran to the railing and looked down from the second floor to see what was wrong. She didn't notice the panic in her mother's voice however, and was shocked to see the man standing behind her, with the knife at her throat. "Run, Tara!" Her mother screamed, but all Tara did was stand there, stunned, as the man cut her mother. She fell to the floor, motionless; her blood ran onto the spotless carpet. It was then that Tara found her legs again. She ran blindly back to her room, closing the door behind her. Tara could hear the footsteps of the man coming up the stairs after her. She clamped her hand over her mouth to try to hide her quick breathing. She stood with her back on the door for a second, tears sliding down her face. This can't be happening. The footsteps drawing closer took her out of her denial. Tara ran to her huge closet, silently opening the door and running inside. It was a few minutes before she heard the man open her door. She still had her hand clamped over her mouth, but she was sure that he could here her heartbeat. It was so loud in her ears that it was all she could hear. She had her eyes fixed on the small sliver of light that came from the bottom of the closet door. It seemed like hours before the shadow appeared in front of it. Her eyes widened in terror, and the door flung open. The scream bubbled in her throat but the knife was there to take her life before she could even get it out.
It was then that Tara woke up. She sat up straight, her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she was gasping for air. The dream was so vivid; it was like she was watching it through her own eyes. She even could feel the pain of the knife going into her. It took a few minutes for her heart to calm its rapid beating, but when it did she glanced at her clock. Tara watched it slowly click to 6:30. "Honey?" Her mother's panicked voice was like ice to her heart. She froze, and tears filled her eyes.
Tara knew that those words marked the beginning of a horrible end.