Run-on Sentence

Laying in darkness longing for the light to grace face with its presence of which it allows itself to show every true emotion being that the black scene around it hides every trace of an abandoned happiness that never stays attached for enough time to really enjoy it being that the bad is outweighing the good in this human's life where love is so strongly given but not returned with that same strength resulting in physical pain of which the heart can barely take any more so the face shows its afflictions in the dark as the tears fall hesitant at first and then freely as if seeking to find comfort in the pillow they reach.

Reflection

She prepared herself for bed. As usual, Sharon walked to her dresser drawer and pulled out a clean t-shirt to sleep in. The black one that says "I love my boyfriend", which she bought to represent two boyfriends ago, has faithfully been her most comfortable tee. The irony of it all. Baby powder, deodorant, and unscented lotion were placed on the edge of her bed for use after she gets out of the shower. Sharon likes for everything to be prepared. Finally, she grabbed her towel and headed to the bathroom which was down the hall across from her mother's room. She needed a nice hot shower especially after the disagreement she and her mother just had concerning Sharon moving into her own home. She has been trying to convince her to let her move out peacefully. The water was scorching hot and she enjoyed every minute of it. When it was time to get out, she could feel her heart beating fast. The feeling was almost too much for her to continue standing, but she stood. Sharon found herself afraid to push back the shower curtain out of fear that someone or something would be waiting for her on the other side. Like so many times before, she hesitated. Finally, her fear turned into curiosity. She pushed the curtain back quickly, stepped on to a towel that lay on the floor, but she couldn't move. She stood there, in front of the steam covered mirror, exposed and dripping wet. Many times, she has been in this position and each time she waits for him to reveal himself. "Reveal yourself", she says "I know you're here. You're always here. Show me." She spoke those words as if ready for a final battle but as she went to wipe the steam from the mirror, the pounding of her heart made her weak again. So, she grabbed her towel and rushed to her room. Slamming the door shut, she questioned her reasons for wanting to see him. Sharon always felt that she wasn't saved enough for God but that she wasn't strong enough to fight the devil either. So, as much as she wanted the demon (who seemed to cling to her) to reveal itself, she really didn't want it to. Another night went by with her laying in bed, staring into the darkness until her eyes burned. Strange noises in her room keep her awake at night. She tries listening to music to drown it out but eventually the music gives her a headache. Morning came and she dressed for work but decided to drive to the beach instead. Although her family owned the business and she could come and go as she pleased, Sharon Grover always tried to make it a point to be there just as her father did before he passed.
Everyone avoided her at Grover's Memorial. She had to admit it though, it was getting scary how she knew exactly how every new arrival that came to Grover's Memorial funeral home came to meet their death. She knew how they died without anyone saying a word about it. A very strange ability. She never really wanted to take over the family business though, but her older brother Donald left and pursued a career in Law some years back. That's why she felt as if it were her responsibility. Donald, and his wife Sasha, flew in from Texas for their mother's birthday this weekend but they opted to stay in a hotel by the Los Angeles Airport instead of at the family home. For some reason that bothered Sharon and their was an argument between them.
Walking through the sand, she went just far enough for the water to cover her feet. Thinking over the argument she had with Donald, made her feel bad and she was considering apologizing. It was just jealousy and frustration. Unfortunately, it didn't take long this time for her to feel like she wasn't standing by the water alone. Physically, there was no one there but she knew differently. "Leave me alone", she said under her breath,"Just go away." Her heart raced, only this time she couldn't remain standing and she fell. She was covered in wet sand and the sea weed somehow wrapped itself around her ankles. Unable to stand Sharon started to panic. She can't swim if the water pulled her in. But, she screamed,"GO AWAY!" Her strength returned, she ran to her car with the intention to go home. Once she made it into the house, she went straight to the bathroom, turned on the hot water in the tub and fixed it so that it would run out of the shower head. Sharon tore off her clothes and took a scolding shower. While she was in there she began to realize that she had no recollection of driving home. All she remembered was running to the car. It's happened before though. There have been lots of times when she couldn't remember how she got from point A to point B. She washed her hair three times and burned her right cheek a little which forced her to finish up. She wasn't afraid to pull back the shower curtain this time. But, this time it was different. This time, he was there. His hideous face was clear in the steam covered mirror. His ears were beyond huge, face was such a deep red it was almost black, wrinkled skin, teeth that were pointed and sharp but weak like a toothpick and they were dripping with blood revealing themselves through his evil smile. But, worst of all, his eyes were like hers. He had her eyes. Noticing this, she fell back into the tub and hit her head. Tears poured from her eyes both from the image in the mirror and the pain from her fall. She stood up slowly, it was still there. No longer was it smiling though. She tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. She tried opening the window, but no success. So she stood there and stared into his eyes. Out of nowhere, it started forming a smile. As she looked him in his eyes, she noticed tears rolling down his cheeks like waterfalls. Then he began to laugh but as scared as Sharon was she couldn't look away. She just stood there crying and looking into those eyes that looked exactly like her own. It's like she was hypnotized. The house phone rang and Sharon's mother answered it. When her mother called for her, Sharon did not answer. "Sharon, oh my God. Sharon, it's Donald on the phone. He said he went to get snacks and when he came back to the hotel room it looked like a dog or something had bit Sasha's throat clear off. Sharon, we have to go now!" Noticing the light peeking out from underneath the bathroom door, her mother busted in. There stood Sharon naked and wet with tears rolling down her cheeks, blood dripping from her teeth, smiling and laughing at her own reflection in the mirror.

BandAid

You lay there in a box in a drawer or behind a cabinet door.
Days and months go by without any attention.
The drawers and cabinet doors open but no one reaches for you.
Until one day someone searches for you, seeks you out, in pain and in need.
They find you and gently place you on their wound.
Finally you've been chosen!
It feels good to be needed.
No matter how nasty or deep the cut is, you protect it.
Guard it with all that you have in you.
Then the day comes when their wound has healed.
You've endured the worst with them but they snatch you off and throw you away.
You lay there in the trash or on the street somewhere neglected yet again.
After all the pain that you were there for, you're alone now.
Their pain is gone and you're no longer needed.
The life of a BandAid. Life.

In Darkness (3rd entry)

Chills run down the right side of Tessa's neck and down to the middle of her back. His whisper is extremely soft but it comes out with unquestionable authority. "That's a good girl", he encourages at the abrupt stop of her screams. He sits on the bed next to her and reaches his hand over to untie the left bow on her fancy panties. She begins to tremble nervously and her breathing becomes loud and shaky. He leans in to kiss her on her cheek but she turns her head as far as she can, causing his lips to touch her curly hair which rests right on top of her collar bone. He grabs her face with his right hand, squeezing her cheeks tight enough to make her lips pucker. As he turns her head quick and rough, she groans in pain both for her cheeks and the strain in her neck. "Oh, sweet Tessa. You're an intelligent young woman. Why would you do something so stupid?" He lays his forehead on hers before lightly biting her bottom lip and then kissing it. Tessa begins to cry silently. He lays across her body twisting and untwisting the loose ribbon around his right index finger all while placing his left hand on her stomach just above where her panties begin. His left thumb slides into them, when suddenly a man's voice which seems to be coming from another room calmly calls, "Shane!" He quickly hops up from the bed and leaves. Unfortunately, even after he opens and shuts the door, Tessa sees no glimpse of light. She cries loud and uncontrollably. Even though her headache is now worse, she cannot stop crying. It is so loud that she does not hear the door open again, but she hears it close. "Shane? Please Shane! Leave me alone, please!" He didn't respond to her. The footsteps come closer. Tessa tries her hardest to yank her arms loose and gives herself a slight rope burn. She screams when she feels Shane's hands on her underwear, which reminds her of how a diaper looks before you snap it shut on both sides. Her screaming stops when she realizes Shane is actually tying the ribbons of her underwear tighter than she'd ever tied them before. He leans over her and rubs her wrists. His breath smells like vanilla mint flavored toothpaste. He stood up after showing concern for her, walks away, and closes the door behind him. With tears still rolling down the sides of her face, Tessa wonders, "Was that Shane?" (to be continued...)

In Darkness (continued)

Tessa waits and listens for a response, but there isn't one. So she begins to panic. Her heart beats faster and louder. It feels as if it is going to burst right out of her chest. "Please! At least tell me what I am doing here. Did I hurt you in the past? Do you need money?" Still no answer. Suddenly she feels the tip of four fingers on the top of her toes. Just barely touching her leg, creating an irritating tickle, the fingers move slowly up Tessa's leg. Immediately, her intense fear caused her to lose control of her bladder and she released the urine that she tried so hard to hold in. "Oh, No! Please stop", she pleaded. She pays no attention to the fact that she just released bodily fluid. The only thing she is focusing on are the four fingers and when, or if, they're going to stop. The fingers make it all the way up to the top of her outer thigh and start tugging at, what Tessa has now noticed, is a pair of sexy panties that tie into a bow on each side. She then remembers what she may have worn the last time she was a free woman. It was a navy blue cocktail dress with suede navy blue high heels. The white lace panties she wore with the blue silk ties matched the bra perfectly. Her destination before this situation, her dream before the nightmare, was her engagement party. She snaps back to reality once she feels the bow on the right side of her panties come untied. Tessa screams. A voice in her right ear whispers very softly, "Shh! How do you know screaming doesn't turn me on?" (To Be Continued)