26 December 2011

Trembling

Quietly my heart trembles in my chest. I’m breathing hard anticipating that first kiss. The moon is full; the flowers are fragrant. Your hand is on my face; I gaze into your amber eyes. It seems as if we’re suspended in space. Longing to come together, but held apart by the unseen. I drink up the passion in your eyes. My heart has been a desert for far too long. The kiss in your eyes is better than a thousand embraces, a thousand “I love yous,” and a thousand others. Because you waited I love you the more. Because you held back and respected me, my heart will be yours forever. I was ready to throw myself into the wind, and into your arms, but you held me back. You practiced the morals I thought I always had.
A scream pierced the night air and cut the romance flowing between our hearts. A shriek and the sound of a mad animal came closer and closer. My eyes grew wide with fear and I knew she was back to haunt me. She had kept her promise. In a frantic frenzy I pulled you into the house away from her clawing, greedy grasp. The candlelight flickered eerily in the room and a sharp breeze blew it’s breath and eliminated the glow. The moon cast it’s beams through the room and we saw her standing in the spot we had left. She was standing in the garden, where she always stopped, and reached out for the glass. Her crazed look had diminished and she looked peaceful and calm.
“Ellen?” I breathed. And I wondered if it could be possible…that she would be well. But nay, as soon as I spoke, her animal nature returned and she growled like a dog. She lunged as if to enter through the parlour doors, but an invisible force kept her back and she fled into the night.
I turned and glanced about me for Andrew, but he had vanished into thin air. All was calm and still about me. But I could not shake off my uneasy feeling. I was shaken and torn. Confused and suddenly alone. I creeped up the staircase to my chamber and lay in my bed all night. Eyes wide open-fears running alive through my head. Hearing Ellen crying out in the distance. I feared she would drive me mad…like she had already done to herself.