Scared And Lonely NightThe city is dark, void of all light. It's a cold and lonely night in the city as evil begins to wander into the street, looking for a meal. It begins to rain in this already miserable night as you hear the crackling of thunder close by. The flashing of lightening illuminating the night for a split second, making you see things that really weren't their.An old destroyed church, it's walls caved in and destroyed. All of it's windows shattered and tape surrounding the doors of the closed down church. The rain dripping through the gaping hole in the ceiling of the church. An old cemetary beside the church where no life reins and were the undead rises. Their is no grass or any signs of life in the graveyard other than an old tree hanging over two freshly dug graves not much more than a few months old. The graves with plain headstones side by side. The headstones are new but one of them is cracked and their is spray paint on both headstones from some teenagers who thought it would be fun to destroy the memory of the dead. The grave dug up and empty. Maybe the act of a teenage prank or some sicko. The name of the gravestone read "Christa" with no last name, no birthdate and no deathdate. On it reads " To an Angel on Earth it was time for you to go home." The Gravestone next to it, cracked, reads "Cedrick" with none of the things on the other gravestone. Not even a little epitaph. Both people unknown about or even truly cared about. No one truly understanding their life, hopes , dreams or even their pain and their love. The crackling of the lightning is heard even closer as the rain begins to fall down even harder. The wet dirt becoming alive with the jumping of rain drops on it. A low booming or knocking sound is heard, muffled as it gets louder. Than the sound of splintering wood is heard with a loud crack. Than the graveyard is silent again as only the rain and the thunder is heard. Than a bare hand breaks through the top of the dirt as it reaches and searches. Longing to get out as it begins moving wildly. It grabs onto a tree root coming from the old tree. Another hand exits the ground as it grabs onto the tree root, pulling itself. The arms fully extended as they reach with all their might , gripping the root tightly with their hands. Their nails digging into the bark. A low humming sound is heard, than as the head appears it is apparent that it was the muffled sound of screaming, screaming for life. The entire body is covered with dirt as the persons shirt is torn and battered. A big hole apparent in his shirt at his chest. The body pulls himself out fully and lies on the ground as the rain falls on him. He breathes in deeply in and out as if experiencing life for the first time. He grips his head as he strives to stand. The aching and not remembering all to familiar to him. He doesn't know anything or remember anyone. He looks around at the dark graveyard and throws off his tattered and torn shirt. He looks around, not knowing what to do or who he is. His eyes meet the grave that he crawled out of and he kneels down in front of the tombstone, gazing at it under the graffiti. "Cedrick…" the words escape his mouth silently through a whisper as he touches the very imprint of the name. He than looks at the gravestone next to his and can't make out the name. He grabs his torn and tattered shirt and uses it to wipe off as much as the graffiti as he can. " Christa……I don't remember. I don't remember" he says in a sad and lonely voice. "Why can't I remember!!" he stands up and screams towards the sky. His fists balled up tightly, the anger rushing through him. He walks in a strong stride away from the empty graves towards the church as madness overcomes him. He tears the police tape of the church doors and rushes through as a cat darts out of his path. He begins to pick up a bench and throwing it away as the rain still falls on him from the hole in the roof. He begins wrecking things furiously until his eyes fall upon the destroyed and desecrated cross. He looks at it as a tear becomes apparent in his eyes. It drips down his cheek visible even in the falling rain. He sees how it is turned upside down and quickly rushes towards it. He grips the sides of it and begins to use all his strength to overturn the massive cross. To place it in it's rightful place. He overturns it , returning it to it's former beauty he than falls on his knees and hugs the cross. Tears streaming down his face. "Why….why can't I remember. Please… help me" he says as he grips his arms around his upper naked half. Shivering violently as he looks around and than sits against the cross in a tight ball trying to keep warm as if the cross would keep him warm. . It's a cold and lonely night. As the rain continues to rain in this already miserable night as you hear the crackling of thunder close by. Yes a horrible,cold and lonely night.
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