Dying Trap

There was only one rule: don’t open the door.

With eyes as bright as the moon, lips as pure as the day she lost her virginity, she wish she could see him again tonight in her dreams, she had questions. Tonight at her mothers grave she spoke to the stars.

Grant me my mother from the grave

Let me hear her voice

See her frame even if she’s just bones

The next day, she went to school. Hands becoming shaky as she walked up the stairs, her heart beat bah dum, beating through the halls up the steps. She had a sense of anxiety just a moment before turning the corner, to the room where she was to take her test.

A light bulb blew out.

With caffeine in her system, she thought she would be ready but as her hand started to write without her meaning to, she knew she might fail and this was something that she was not prepared to do, but she was prepared to die.

Back at home, there was blood splatter on her door, she opened it and ran inside, slamming it shut. She wondered how he could’ve followed her through the great big hole, in the cave of her mind, her dreams eye.

*knock knock*

On the beach she was alone, running barefoot, tickling grit the sand pushed through her toes. She wondered why she was running, and where the wind had gone. To her surprise, there was a man waiting for her. He laid her on the sand and took her virginity, ‘your blood will be a sign to you. If you don’t accept my proposal by the time you are awake, I will pay you a visit and your life will end.’