jolenesiah was telling me her occurring nightmare - something like that - last night. And she is weaving them into a story. I read it and I was just wondering what is the ending but she said she doesn't know. And then it gave me an idea to write a story that very night. What gave me the enthusiasm was related to something I read in the office earlier. The article I read in the office was about this author writing 350 words of short story every morning just to get his brain working. Right. So I decided to take up the challenge for myself.

I wrote this story within 30 minutes. Seriously. I didn't bring it out well so most likely it won't enter my writing corner. But if you were in my head, you would then understand the storyline better. Enjoy people.

Obsession

How long have I been running? How long have I been running in these woods??? Why is there no ending??? What am I running from???

Pearl didn’t recall anything except the strong urge to run as fast as she could. There was blood everywhere on her but she could not recall how she got them. She could not even remember if she had injured herself. All she knew was to run like a wind.

She was panting. Panting hard. The cool air of the night burned her lungs but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if her lungs burned into ashes as long she runs like the wind. She didn’t care if her aching legs melted on the spot as long she runs like the wind. She didn’t care if she had lost her directions in the woods as long she runs like the wind. She knew she would regret until the day she dies if she heeds her instinct. And her instinct was telling her to sprint.

She kept looking back. Nothing was behind her but she kept running despite her feet screaming of tiredness and her arms roaring of tensions. The only strength she had now was to clutch a silver hook pendant in her right palm. The glow from the pendant against the moonlight boosted her energy to run.

She kept on running but suddenly her feet pulled to a complete halt. The pendant was held closed to her bosom. She peered at the edge. If her feet didn’t stop, she would have plunged down the cliff. She shut her eyes and think hard. So intense was her brainstorming her head was throbbing and birds were flying around her head like a halo.

No. I cannot stop here. I will just climb down, thought Pearl.

“No. You are not climbing down here,” said a slender and meek looking guy with his arms crossed, standing a few meters away from Pearl.

Her eyes widened with horror with a small ‘o’.

“See you, Nefri,” replied Pearl with a broken tone. And she jumped.

Nefri ran towards her but it was too late. She had jumped.

She felt like she was flying in the air. And she felt free like a bird. She smiled.

I’m going to be free … thought Pearl. Her brain system shut off and she fell into a deep sleep …

XXX

Pearl could feel a soft caress across her face. Warm and comforting. She could feel the strong feeling of love in every stroke.

She opened her eyes gently and a soft orange colour ceiling greeted her. She could hear the fire crackle in a distance. The crackling soothed her mind. Gathering up all her strength, she averted her eyes to the direction of the caress.

“Welcome back, my love,” greeted a young man with tanned looking skin. He continued to stroke her hair tenderly.

Her heart ached as if an arrow has gone through it. Tears streaked her pallid face. She turned away from him even though she could see crease of worriless painted on his forehead and the eyes filled with excruciating hurt.

But she didn’t care. She just wished she was as dead as a corpse.

Sahidiwara pecked on her cheek and left the room for her to rest.

She closed her eyes and dreamed of freedom that very night.

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