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Rhianna
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the spiderweb
i awaken slowly, my eyes drawing open, as if they have been closed for years. the night air is damp on my skin. like a whistle, of a far away train, i can hear the creaking of an old door, swaying to and fro, in the breeze. where am i?
it is so dark. my arm......something is holding my arm down. no, it just feels so heavy. my fingers find my face, and gently trace the outline of my lips. they are swollen. my hair is matted from something sticky, that is creeping down my face. it tastes salty, and warm.
i try to move my legs. i want to sit up, but i can't. i begin to cry. someone, please help me. memories begin to flash before me, with the pace of a strobe light. i remember, i remember, i remember...oh god, i don't want to remember!
my hands start clawing frantically at the ground around me. it's so dark. i think i'm in a barn. it's so drafty in here, and i'm cold. "DADDY", i scream, "where are you?" I have never been good at asking for help. "god, i'm asking now, please send my daddy".
my echoes reverberate around the interior of the barn, and then finally dissipate. when they do, i hear something moving behind me. my head snaps around every which way. "is someone there?", i ask. i try to crawl, but i don't get very far. i'm just so tired, and i feel so weak. my body is screaming in pain. i need to close my eyes for just a moment.
visions of unimaginable things start playing in my head. i can hear them weep. they seem to be stuck. get out of there, i beg. they are tangled, like the sticky fibers of a spiderweb. i then feel something cold and sharp, being placed against my neck. it hurts. i try to open my eyes, but i can't. "daddy, is that you?", i say, "i knew you would come..."
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