The Unexpected VisitorA Story by GwenLark It's always the last person you expect to see The visit didn’t start with a knock to the door or the ring of the doorbell. It started with a scream, a loud, earth shattering scream. Maybe she’d been screaming for hours, I didn’t know. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn’t feel my legs. There was a searing pain running through my head and I could hear a high pitched ringing in my ears. My eyes were closed but I could tell that the pool of liquid that my cheek was bathing in was my own blood. The strong metallic taste was warm and bitter. I could feel myself slipping away. I couldn’t tell if I was conscious or not. Everything was heavy and a sense of security and peace surrounded me as my mother’s screaming subsided and I fell into what I could only describe as an abyss of calm, like I was falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes. I was in my room. The deep, purple walls surrounded me. As I gazed around at my abundant bookshelf and my meagre but comforting bed it all felt different, it all looked different even though nothing was out of place. I walked towards the window that faced out into the simple, suburban street and my eyes fell upon a terrifying sight. A flock of people, a Mercedes Benz and a limp, lifeless body; my body. I knew this had to be a dream, a very real dream. I forced myself to look again. My mother on her knees, inconsolable, my older sister and brother clutching to her, not daring to look. My thin, black hair was drenched in a thick crimson and my body was contorted and broken, my face was almost unrecognisable. I had to wake up. I closed my eyes, then opened them to find that I was staring at the same scene. I repeated this process many times only to reveal the same outcome. A strange feeling niggled at the back of my mind. “Ashleigh.” I heard my name being called. It wasn’t a voice I recognised, it wasn’t my mother lamenting or my siblings screeching. “Ashleigh.” I turned around, this dream was becoming more real by the second. The soft voice was coming from my mother’s room. I took one last look at the scene below and reluctantly crept into the master bedroom across the hall. The magnificently bright, cream coloured room is immaculate. Everything is almost glowing, except for a dark shadow in the armchair in the corner. An overwhelming fear envelopes me and every one of my senses tells me to run... but I don’t. The figure shrouded in darkness, silhouetted in the immense sunlight seeping through the bay window, approached me. I don’t know if it was curiosity or stupidity, but i stood my ground. A man stood in front of me. He was clean shaven and adorned a black tailored suit, he was impeccably handsome for a man, I assumed, was in his late 30’s. He studied me for a moment. “Ashleigh.” he smiled. “How are you feeling?” “Uhm, alright, I guess.” I answered, puzzled. “I would just like to explain some things to you.” he began to walk over to the armchair again. As he took a seat he gestured towards the bed next to it. I silently obliged. “I would like for you to know that this is not a dream. This is very real.” The feeling at the back of my mind began to stir more violently. “Do you know what has happened?” he asked. I looked around, everything was gleaming white. A well of tears burst forth. I knew this hadn’t been a dream. The feelings I felt lying on the ground, they were real. Floods of memories from the split second I saw the car coming around the corner to the unspeakable agony that followed. I was dead and Death had come to call. “I can’t be! I’m only nineteen! Please I’ll give you anything! Please send me back!” I crashed to me knees, I held onto his trouser leg, begging. “Ashleigh,” he leaned forward and clasped my hands. His touch was warm and calming. I looked up and met his gaze. His kind, brown eyes comforted me in a way words could not. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. “I am not doing this to you, I am doing this for you. This is what is meant to be.” His words seem to wash away my fear. It was unexplainable. He hushed me the way a lullaby would calm a child. I sat on the floor at his feet. I thought of all the things in my life. I thought of all my friends, my work, my university, childhood; every day and every night of my short life seemed to come to mind in a matter of minutes. Then I thought of my mother. “What about my mum? What will she do without me? Will she be alright?” “Your mum will be okay. This is meant to happen Ashleigh.” He raised me up and we walked hand in hand towards the window. With a step I found myself on the road where it all ended. I couldn’t face my body. The paramedics had delivered the news to my mother. My pulse was flat and my heart was still. She had stopped screaming. Her eyes were glazed over and they looked as dead as mine. The coroners were now assembling their equipment from the van to take me away. All I wanted to do was hold her and tell her that everything was going to be fine and that it kills me to see her like this. Then she looked up at me. Her face changed, although she couldn’t see me. I knew she could feel me there. It wasn’t much comfort, to her, or to me, but it was better than not feeling anything at all. Then all was quiet. “We have to go.” He whispered to me. I glanced at him worriedly. “Where?” “Home.” © 2017 GwenLarkAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on September 4, 2017 Last Updated on September 8, 2017 Tags: unexpected visitor, visitor, ashleigh, twist, death, surprise, home, accident, young girl, teen Author
GwenLarkGlasgow, Scotland, United KingdomAboutJust exploring my boundaries. I love writing and I love reading other's creations. more..Writing
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