Dear Diary 2 Chapter 11
Into the Dark
No excuses. I beg your forgiveness and promise more soon.
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Dear Diary
Into the Dark
I pushed my way through the tangled branches, screaming Ana's name. The twigs tore and cut at me but finally I was able to break through to a less dense area of the forest. I turned in circles, trying desperately to find her. "Ana!" I yelled, cupping my hands around my mouth to make the sound carry. "Ana, where are you?!"
A scream echoed through the hardwoods, bouncing from oak to oak. The sound almost seemed to crack against them in the early dawn. It was a scream of terror and my heart pounded unevenly in my chest. "ANA!!!" I sped toward the sound, nearly falling several times in the dusky gray morning.
"Grayson! Hel-" her voice was cut off and, somehow, I ran faster.
"Ana! Can you hear me?! Baby I'm coming!" I chanted to myself that she was okay, that there was no need for my stomach to feel as though it were filled with stones; sinking. "Where are you?!" I yelled, not sure I was going in the right direction anymore.
She screamed again. This time I froze. It was not the scared scream that accompanies a nightmare or someone rounding a dark alleyway corner to find a vampire standing inches in front of them, but the bone chilling scream of pain. I was close, but I felt suddenly so far away. Part of my heart seemed to rip way and a sob broke out of my chest.
I tore a few more meters through the dense undergrowth before I saw the dim whiteness of her shirt and was finally able to rip myself free of the thorn vines and into the small empty circle of brush I had left her in. She lay there on the ground, unconscious. Sliding onto the ground next to her I let my hands hover over her. Helpless.
There were easily a dozen gashes in various places along her body. One along her collarbone, several crisscrossing her arms, and one especially deep around her right side. Blood trickled from them onto the cold ground. I pushed her tousled hair from her face and asked, "Ana, can you hear me? Please puppet, open your eyes. Come on, give me something here." I began to sob, lowering my forehead to hers, I kissed her nose, "please," I begged into her soft skin.
A sickening feeling was beginning to replace the rocks in the pit of my stomach.
Pulling the jacket from my shoulders, I draped it over her bloody core, trying to give her some protection from the cold. I stroked her hair as I continued to plead for her to open her eyes. Maybe I prayed, maybe I didn't.
Suddenly a cold, sweet voice issued from a few yards in front of me. "Bring her." I jerked my head up to see the piercing blue eyes of the black haired angel standing above me. "This way," she said realizing she'd gained my attention, "quickly."
I gathered Ana's bloody body in my arms, mindful of her injuries. Tears still teamed silently down my face as I followed the girl deeper into the woods.
_________________________
Dear Diary
Into the Dark
I pushed my way through the tangled branches, screaming Ana's name. The twigs tore and cut at me but finally I was able to break through to a less dense area of the forest. I turned in circles, trying desperately to find her. "Ana!" I yelled, cupping my hands around my mouth to make the sound carry. "Ana, where are you?!"
A scream echoed through the hardwoods, bouncing from oak to oak. The sound almost seemed to crack against them in the early dawn. It was a scream of terror and my heart pounded unevenly in my chest. "ANA!!!" I sped toward the sound, nearly falling several times in the dusky gray morning.
"Grayson! Hel-" her voice was cut off and, somehow, I ran faster.
"Ana! Can you hear me?! Baby I'm coming!" I chanted to myself that she was okay, that there was no need for my stomach to feel as though it were filled with stones; sinking. "Where are you?!" I yelled, not sure I was going in the right direction anymore.
She screamed again. This time I froze. It was not the scared scream that accompanies a nightmare or someone rounding a dark alleyway corner to find a vampire standing inches in front of them, but the bone chilling scream of pain. I was close, but I felt suddenly so far away. Part of my heart seemed to rip way and a sob broke out of my chest.
I tore a few more meters through the dense undergrowth before I saw the dim whiteness of her shirt and was finally able to rip myself free of the thorn vines and into the small empty circle of brush I had left her in. She lay there on the ground, unconscious. Sliding onto the ground next to her I let my hands hover over her. Helpless.
There were easily a dozen gashes in various places along her body. One along her collarbone, several crisscrossing her arms, and one especially deep around her right side. Blood trickled from them onto the cold ground. I pushed her tousled hair from her face and asked, "Ana, can you hear me? Please puppet, open your eyes. Come on, give me something here." I began to sob, lowering my forehead to hers, I kissed her nose, "please," I begged into her soft skin.
A sickening feeling was beginning to replace the rocks in the pit of my stomach.
Pulling the jacket from my shoulders, I draped it over her bloody core, trying to give her some protection from the cold. I stroked her hair as I continued to plead for her to open her eyes. Maybe I prayed, maybe I didn't.
Suddenly a cold, sweet voice issued from a few yards in front of me. "Bring her." I jerked my head up to see the piercing blue eyes of the black haired angel standing above me. "This way," she said realizing she'd gained my attention, "quickly."
I gathered Ana's bloody body in my arms, mindful of her injuries. Tears still teamed silently down my face as I followed the girl deeper into the woods.
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