I feel kind of shellshocked. I was doing dishes earlier this morning and I kept thinking, “I need to get back to writing! I’ll never make 50k at this rate!” And then I remembered, I already made 50k! 😄
And so, in honor of my National Novel Writing Month 2009 novel, I give you the first scene from A Sacred Promise.
“Should we tell her?”
“Will she even understand?”
“She’s eight years, not eight months, Matthew.”
“Daddy?” I asked. Why was he here? He was never here. I barely knew him. “Daddy, where’s Mom? It’s time for dinner.”
“Honey, mommy’s not here right now.”
“Because…because she’s never coming back.”
“She’s dead, Angel.”
And I screamed. Because I had to. I screamed and I called him a liar and I ran to my room and I cried. And then I slept. It was then that I had the nightmare the first time.
I was running through the dark, calling Mom at the top of my lungs. But she wasn’t answering, and I knew why. But I kept calling, tripping, slipping. Everything was darkness. I could feel it all around me. It was inside my head. It was inside my soul. I wanted to fight it but I couldn’t. It was so strong, pulling me in every direction, like a terrier with a rat, refusing to let go.
I could hear voices: “Angel…Angel…my angel…”
From somewhere deep in the darkness, a horse nickered. I ran towards that sound. It was safe, I knew it somehow.
Something crashed in the darkness behind me. I screamed. A horse screamed, the sound shrieking through the darkness, undulating for what seemed like forever long after the original sound had died away.
A soft, gentle voice whispered something.
I couldn’t understand the words but the screams faded away into nothingness. I groped through the darkness, searching for the voice. “Mom?”
“The horse, Angel, the horse from the sea…Angel…my angel…” And then I was alone.