verissimoalex
02-20-2009, 04:39 PM
This isnt the whole chapter. Im in the process of writing the rest:
Tossing and turning all night has been a habit of mine lately. I sometimes wake up sweating profusely, and not realizing where I’m at. Tonight, I believe, is the worst one to come. I wake up clenching my sheets and almost screaming. I feel utterly disoriented and completely forget where I’m at. A few minutes later I’ve shaken it off and lay back down to reminisce what made me awake like that. I tried to relax and think what it was. Then it hits me like a gush of wind, it’s about Jonathon. It has been, every night since he’s left the country. I sit up in a questioning demeanor, I just don’t understand why I‘m dreaming so much about him. I have to figure out why! I decide, tonight, to use the “gifts” I received that memorable night. I slowly lie down and try to completely relax. I place my hand on my abdomen and the other one on my heart. I slowly begin to drift back to the land of imaginings and doubt. The image of Jonathon standing by a tent was all I saw when everything began to come clear. I walk around and see why I’d be so worried. Everything thing appears to be well. I hear men laughing and enjoying what time they have. Something gets my attention; it’s out in the darkness of the desert. I amble towards the edge of the south side of the camp. I look into the dark and I listen in to the surroundings; I hear movement a few miles away. I turn my head towards Jonathon, but he’s still standing there talking to his buddies; he seems oblivious to me and the movement occurring within the designated grounds for his camp. Then like a flash of lightning, men came from the blackness of the night. I watched as these men, who looked fanatical and energized to see the end, kill with amazing strength and determination. I couldn’t believe my eyes to what I was seeing. The scene was gruesome and intolerable. There was gun fire and screaming and even half hearted pleading. The smell of death was getting stronger and I began to panic myself. My sight was fading away; everything was disappearing like running through a tunnel. I realized I need to calm down; I have to see the end. I began to control my emotions and push them away. The scene came back with a blaze. The tents were on fire and so many soldiers were slaughtered. I tell myself to have some self control; I begin to walk about the ruined camp grounds. My search for Jonathon began; I hear gun fire coming from the north side of camp. I lope towards the sound, and appear when the gun firing stopped. The burly, seemingly indestructible men have taken over the last DFP, taking the weapons from the four remaining dismayed soldiers. One soldier spit towards an approaching man, the reprisal of that action was a blow to his head, with his own weapon. The solider was out within a minute of the blow. It suddenly hit me, I know that audacious man. His name was Rodriquez, he was always strong willed like that. The creatures began talking among themselves, as if discussing what they were going to do. The discussion was getting louder, it was as if they were debating on whether to kill them or take them hostage. The biggest one, who seemed to be the leader, had bellowed this shrill, excruciating shriek. They were all gathering to where the remaining soldiers were. I noticed that a couple of them had a hold on three other men. Now there were only seven soldiers left out of the entire camp. It was unbelievable that those disgusting creatures killed over three hundred unsuspecting soldiers, and only seven of them remained. I realized that these were the only men left out if this camp and Jonathon was still to be found. I almost broke down right there when I heard a familiar voice.
“Let me go, you repulsive fiend!” shrieked Jonathon.
He was attempting to get out of the creatures’ grasp. It was a failed attempt following another. He was thrown into the DFP with the others.
Tossing and turning all night has been a habit of mine lately. I sometimes wake up sweating profusely, and not realizing where I’m at. Tonight, I believe, is the worst one to come. I wake up clenching my sheets and almost screaming. I feel utterly disoriented and completely forget where I’m at. A few minutes later I’ve shaken it off and lay back down to reminisce what made me awake like that. I tried to relax and think what it was. Then it hits me like a gush of wind, it’s about Jonathon. It has been, every night since he’s left the country. I sit up in a questioning demeanor, I just don’t understand why I‘m dreaming so much about him. I have to figure out why! I decide, tonight, to use the “gifts” I received that memorable night. I slowly lie down and try to completely relax. I place my hand on my abdomen and the other one on my heart. I slowly begin to drift back to the land of imaginings and doubt. The image of Jonathon standing by a tent was all I saw when everything began to come clear. I walk around and see why I’d be so worried. Everything thing appears to be well. I hear men laughing and enjoying what time they have. Something gets my attention; it’s out in the darkness of the desert. I amble towards the edge of the south side of the camp. I look into the dark and I listen in to the surroundings; I hear movement a few miles away. I turn my head towards Jonathon, but he’s still standing there talking to his buddies; he seems oblivious to me and the movement occurring within the designated grounds for his camp. Then like a flash of lightning, men came from the blackness of the night. I watched as these men, who looked fanatical and energized to see the end, kill with amazing strength and determination. I couldn’t believe my eyes to what I was seeing. The scene was gruesome and intolerable. There was gun fire and screaming and even half hearted pleading. The smell of death was getting stronger and I began to panic myself. My sight was fading away; everything was disappearing like running through a tunnel. I realized I need to calm down; I have to see the end. I began to control my emotions and push them away. The scene came back with a blaze. The tents were on fire and so many soldiers were slaughtered. I tell myself to have some self control; I begin to walk about the ruined camp grounds. My search for Jonathon began; I hear gun fire coming from the north side of camp. I lope towards the sound, and appear when the gun firing stopped. The burly, seemingly indestructible men have taken over the last DFP, taking the weapons from the four remaining dismayed soldiers. One soldier spit towards an approaching man, the reprisal of that action was a blow to his head, with his own weapon. The solider was out within a minute of the blow. It suddenly hit me, I know that audacious man. His name was Rodriquez, he was always strong willed like that. The creatures began talking among themselves, as if discussing what they were going to do. The discussion was getting louder, it was as if they were debating on whether to kill them or take them hostage. The biggest one, who seemed to be the leader, had bellowed this shrill, excruciating shriek. They were all gathering to where the remaining soldiers were. I noticed that a couple of them had a hold on three other men. Now there were only seven soldiers left out of the entire camp. It was unbelievable that those disgusting creatures killed over three hundred unsuspecting soldiers, and only seven of them remained. I realized that these were the only men left out if this camp and Jonathon was still to be found. I almost broke down right there when I heard a familiar voice.
“Let me go, you repulsive fiend!” shrieked Jonathon.
He was attempting to get out of the creatures’ grasp. It was a failed attempt following another. He was thrown into the DFP with the others.