Pretty Faces and Dark Places by Rose B. Mashal Read Free Book Online

breathing hard, scared, cold and plain terrified. It could’ve been only seconds, until I felt a small earthquake that was strong enough to make me drop to my knees, but thankfully didn’t cause any trees to fall.
    Suddenly, and out of thin air, once the earthquake passed, I saw light. A familiar campfire, far, far away from where I was kneeling. It gave me the power to get up and the undeniable need to run.
    My legs were still too heavy; they felt as if they weren’t my own. I struggled with every step. I hadn’t gone very far when I tripped and fell, cursing, with more tears escaping my eyes. I searched with my eyes around me to see what I’d tripped on, and when I looked closely at it, all of the blood left my face, and all of my breaths caught in my throat.
    A headstone.
    I stood up, frightened and terrified, gasping when I found myself in a graveyard, with headstones all over the dark place, filling the ground. I had no idea that there was anything like that out here. I’d never heard about it, and I didn’t know why no one had ever mentioned it before.
    The fact that I was standing in a graveyard in the darkness creeped me out to no end. I was breathing really hard and unevenly; heck, I was truly surprised that I was breathing at all. I wanted to walk away from them, but my legs just wouldn’t obey. An eerie fog started covering the ground, scaring me even more. It grew bigger and heavier with every passing moment until it was so thick that I couldn’t see my own hand in front of my face. For the second time in just a short while, my legs felt so heavy, even heavier than before, that I couldn’t move them at all this time, no matter how hard I tried. All I could do was look around like a crazy person and free more tears than I’d known could ever be shed, gasping scared breaths and sobbing frightened cries.
    A loud scream escaped my lips when my eyes found a headstone that read ‘Andrew Damon.’ Beside it there was another headstone that read ‘William Damon.’ and next to them was ‘Kathrin Damon.’
    It couldn’t be!
    God! God! God!
    My eyes widened as I saw headstones that stated years and years of death dates, knowing that those very people were ones that I’d talked to just last year. Dear God! One of them I’d slept with, not just talked to! How could he be dead for over twenty-five years, then?
    Another scream flew from my mouth when I heard, “Welcome back, Soulmate!” by the voice that had haunted me for the last year. Awake and asleep I was hearing it. I’d loved and hated it all the same. Loved the feel it gave me whenever I heard it, and hated the sensation that consumed me when it spoke my name or referred to me with those nice words of his.
    It was only a second after Andrew made his presence known that I heard another voice, the one I’d longed to hear the most, “May!”
    My mind couldn’t take it anymore, it simply shut down. I couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand it, couldn’t bear it. Too confused. Too scared and just utterly and completely lost.
    Everything turned to black right then and there.
     
     

 
    The sounds of screams surrounded me; they were seriously loud and spoke of agony. It took me a few moments to realize that those screams were coming out of my own mouth.
    Agony was such a small word to explain what I was feeling, because what I was feeling was beyond that – it was indescribable.
    I felt as if I was being pulled down, as if something or someone was pulling me by my feet. I felt as if I was sinking, drowning. But there wasn’t a drop of water around me. Every time I managed to force my eyelids to open I would see dirt and rocks. All around me was dark, and I could only smell that rich smell of mud and overly wet grass.
    I didn’t like the smell in the slightest, but it was my tiniest concern. The feeling I had all over my skin made it too difficult for me to be able to think of anything but that horrible sensation. It felt like I was being rubbed with