Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24996913-20141018083456

I've never wrote anything as vile as this, but I felt it was worth a shot. I had a random nightmare about this as I napped and immediately wrote everything down when I awoke, so if there are errors, please excuse me. Even though this isn't super creepy, believe me when I say it was when I awoke from it. I hope someone likes it.

After a long day of training, I like to come home and relax. As I did every night, I walked out onto my patio, walked into the lively atmosphere of chirping crickets and locusts, and took my seat on the tree swing. Once I was comfortable and began the gentle motion that rocked me back and forth, a cool breeze glided through my sweaty hair, causing my hair to stand on end. With every rock, I took in the eerie lake in my backyard as I looked up at the breathtaking stars overhead. The moon's rays illuminated the nights unheeded beauty, as a much needed breeze caressed my seething skin. After some time passed, the stress of my busy day at work no longer within the forefront of thought, I rose from the tree swing, walked calmly into my house, and headed towards the bathroom for a steamy shower.

Because I had no one to aid in massaging my aching feet after a long day of sparing, I sat atop the closed toilet seat, removing my sweat stained socks as the shower water heated up. Once the bottom of my feet no longer pulsated, I rose from the toilet seat, pulling off the sweaty thermal and sports bra I trained in, and removing the skin-tight matching shorts. Once each item fell to the floor, I looked within the mirror, gazing upon the toned body I worked my ass off for.

The sleek six pack, the beautifully carved calves, the plump glutes that sat up ever so perfectly, looked better than ever. Even though my olive skin was saturated with purple and blue bruises from each kick and punch I've received from my opponent, each bruise reminded me of my strength. Though I have sacrificed so much to pursue my dreams, every gaze within the countless mirrors inside of my house validated each and every thing I gave up in order to pursue my goals.

So, once I snapped out of the ever lingering guilt that crept up on me, before turning to hop into the steaming shower, I readjusted my curly hair within the messy bun atop my head. Slowly, I pulled the curtain back just enough to shimmy into the front end of the shower, afraid the overpowering water would escape onto the linoleum floors I had just cleaned the day prior. Once the heat of the water hit my luke warm skin, my eyes closed, and I drifted off into euphoric bliss. But... there was something off about my shower session. Quickly, I lifted my eyes open once more as my face began to scrunch in disgust. The foul stench intensified as I sniffed about, following its putrid trail. Once I attempted to turn around, a sharp pain met my lower back.

I fell forward hard, wincing as the pain began to pulsate up my back. Being the good girl I was, I muted my cries, unwilling to allow the pain to ruin everything I was taught within the cage. But, I quickly realized that the pain was the least of my worries. As I attempted to pick myself up from the shower floor, that same putrid smell filled the humid air. Though it made my stomach churn, I pushed through it, coming to my hands and knees.

In attempt to stand, something forces me back down. Shock quickly overwhelmed me as hair grazed across my bare flesh, causing every goosebump within my body to rise. I could tell, once he straddled me, that he was much bigger than me. I tried to fight back with everything I had, but every attempt caused a violent response from the intruder that my body simply couldn't handle any more of. Once it became hard for me to breath due to the combination of water falling over my head, struggling to fight the intruder off of me, and the stench of the humid air surrounding me, my fight began to wear thin.

Though I screamed for help, I knew my calls were useless. Because of my undying love for seeing the stars over my head at night, and my denial of noisy city living, I live far, far away from nosy neighbors or anyone that could call the police to stop the invader. Because of my own doing, I had to fight off a predator that held every advantage over me.

Once my head fell to the shower floor, my heart pumping hysterically from the exhausting fight, the worst pain imaginable caused me to lift my head violently upwards, making contact with the shower diverter. To be completely honest, I couldn't feel when the metal pierced the top of my head. At the time, all of my focus was on the violent assault underway. The man's grip on my thighs was enough to make anyone scream in pain. It felt like elongated talons had dug into my flesh, keeping me in place... keeping me defenseless. As he wavered back and forth savagely, I let out a blood curdling scream, attempting to pull away from the pain he was inflicting upon me. My attempts only angered the man, as his movements became even more brash and unrelenting.

Slowly, my vision began to blur as blood oozed from the gash atop my head, trickling down my cheeks. Though I was fading in and out of consciousness, I could still feel every ounce of pain as I stared down at the blood running into the shower's drain. Then, as if God had heard my pleads for mercy, I blacked out.

When I awoke, I rose violently, sweat drenching the sheets and comforter. I quickly realized I was in bed and not within that god forsaken shower. Once that realization came into mind and the sun danced along the horizon, I let out a sigh of relief, pushing my sticky hair away from my terror stricken face.

"It was just a nightmare," I said, laughing silently to myself.

But my laughter quickly dissipated as I attempted to stand. I fell to the floor violently, the lower portion of my body throbbing excruciatingly. Panic began to seep out as I looked down at the muddy handprints covering the nightgown I had on. Hastily, I pulled up the gown to find the deep gashes at the side of each thigh.

"No, no!" I yelled, staring helplessly as I noticed the green substance running down my thighs.

Inch by inch, I watched on in horror as a moss-like formation creeped down my legs, conquering my olive complexion.

"No, please! No!"

Almost instantly, pain began to jolt up my stomach, causing me to fall face first to the floor. I clutched my belly, screaming as loudly as I could. Just when I thought I would black out once more, a creak of the wood floors in the hallway grabbed my attention. I slowly pulled myself up, resting my back against my bed as I lifted the gown once more. The moment I laid eyes on the moss-like formation moving rapidly up my belly, I could no longer fight back. There was no point in dragging out the inevitable. It was over. It was all over.

"Darlin', I told you I'd find you wherever you'd go. Now, let's get you back home. We've all been worried sick," a familiar voice rung out.

Just as soon as those words escaped his mouth, he approached me, picking me up just as easy as he had countless times before.

"You know I don't like doing that to you, but I have to, baby. It's the only way to turn you back," he said, walking towards the patio door.

"Fuck you," I said through a clenched jaw.

He looked down at me as he approached the lake, his eyes barely noticeable through the duckweed littering what would be called a face.

"Quiet down now. You wouldn't want the kids to hear that dirty language you've learned in the city," he said, sternly.

With my recklessness tamed, his clutch around me tightened before he began his stride into the lake. Though the cold water hit me hard, causing my body to flinch, I knew I couldn't pass up the last opportunity to see the sun, the birds, and the clouds above. As my body gradually lowered into the water, I looked up at the sun as it rose higher into the sky. The warmth it provided soothed my aching body. Even when only my eyes were above the surface of the water, I could not remove my gaze from the sun.

Once the darkness of the lake drowned out the liveliness of the sun, Erie continued into the depths, tightening his grip around me as my lungs filled with water. Slowly, I began to breathe once more as an indescribable pressure formed around my neck.

"Welcome home, baby." 