Torn to Pieces - Adventure Story
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I
woke up in a cold sweat."Oh!" I exclaimed, it had
been a nightmare, but the effect it had on me was surreal. My mind had conjured
up an image of the very event I dreaded the most, I had dreamed that the woman i
had come to love so deeply in the past 8 years, my soul-mate, my companion, my
only hope, had left me for another, better place, at the side of god. I had seen
two angels coming down from the heavens and taking each of her arms in their
serene hands and taking her away from me while I could do nothing but stare at
her with eyes that gradually lost their light; and that is when I woke up.
With frantic urgency I started looking for her, dreading the worst and then,
only as I entered the kitchen could I breathe again. There she was, her fair
skin glowing in the sunlight, her eyes, made ethereal by their glow, lighted up
even more as she saw me.
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"Nicholas!" She called my name
with her sweet voice that reminded me of the chirp of a nightingale. "I have
made breakfast, honey, your favorite, cheese omlette." But without even a glance
at the food, I went up to her and took her in my arms. "Honey, what's wrong?"
She said, worry creasing her brow. "Nothing is wrong my dear Victoria, I just
realized the extent to which I love you. My existence is centered around you and
I cannot let you go."
"It's just for today dear; I'll be back tomorrow before you know it." She
consoled me. Victoria was going to the neighboring city to meet her parents and
even though the trip was short, I was having evil forebodings.
We finished eating breakfast and she was about to leave. I took her in my arms
once more and bade her farewell. The rest of the day went by in an apparent
haze. Being away from her did not suit me well. I went to work and came back but
the passing of time left no imprint on my brain. As if but a second had passed
since she had left, I was in bed again. |
This time the dream was a lot
more vivid. I saw Victoria, driving the car, her parents sitting in the
backseat. The digital clock on the dashboard read 12:00. At that second, a car
on the opposite side of the road went out of control and hit her car and she
went off the narrow bridge into the plummeting river, into the darkness. I woke
up, drenched with sweat and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It was
11:00. I hurried to my car and drove with a manic frenzy. I reached the bridge
just in the nick of time. But it was too late before my mind registered what was
happening.
One of my tires gave out and my car spun out of control. It careened to the
right and I saw her angelic face in the driver's seat of the car I was about to
bash into. It was exactly like the dream.
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I hit her car and she went over the bridge. My
body was bruised but the pain I felt in my heart overwhelmed the pain in my
body. I was the cause of my own downfall.
I stared at the dark water underneath me. My heart had died, so now my body
had no right to keep on living. I went up to the edge and before I could
grasp the act I was about to commit, I jumped in, thinking that now we will
be together, forever in peace. |
THE END
Contributing Story Teller:
Harshit Passi
I am a student who's just
completed his +2 and about to transition into college. I've always been
interested in creative writing and have been consistently winning creative
writing competitions ever since I was in the seventh grade. I aspire to leave a
mark upon this world with my writing and be remembered for ages to come.
hrshtpassi@gmail.com
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