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West Island School, Tia Nagrani, Fiction: Group 3
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he sand was blowing everywhere. The whirlwind around me, and the whirling in my
mind slowly merging. I couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t hear. I was lucky I could
still get in that fragment of air keeping me alive. Though sometimes I wish I was gone,
away from this living hell. So I closed my eyes, it gave me peace, joy even. But it
never lasted long. Something wanted me to suffer. When I slowly opened my eyes all I saw was
a blanket of darkness, sitting on top of the still, lifeless desert. It was peaceful until someone
disturbed it and then it became a sand-blowing monster. It was like a dragon sleeping silently
until man tried to kill it, and then it became a fire-breathing Beast.
You are probably wondering how I got here. Sometimes I wonder, but on the hottest days it
always comes back to me. The pushing, the shoving, the screaming. The terror coming from all
directions because of, (this time) a real dragon! People ran in every direction but I was the only
one that went this way. The way to the Gobi desert. I always wish that I would have just followed
everyone else but all things happen for a reason, and I just hadn’t found this one yet.
The unwanted curiosity is what started the story.
There is not much I can do know, except for keep going. The food is supplementary, but the
water supply is running so short. I keep hallucinating. Seeing things, like rain clouds, lakes of
water but every time my hands reach to grasp it, they disappear, sand in there place. My mind
and my body two different things, there was nothing controlling neither my body nor my mind.
I have learned how to tell what is real and what is not, if I want it, then it is a trick but if its sand
it is real, because the only actual thing in the desert is sand. I continued to use this rule until one
day I came upon something I either did not want or did not know I want because it was definitely
not sand. There, right before my eyes lay a huge mansion seemingly abandoned and untouched. I
walked up to it, placed my hand on the carved wooden door. Then stood still for a few moments,
because this place I had found was a house not a home, and it did not give me tranquility instead
giving me a cold, steady chill down my spine. Something about this house was not right, and it
was not the fact it stood lone in the middle of a desert.
My hand shook as I reached for the handle; it turned making the whole door creak. It slowly
opened letting the cold wind that was held inside for so long escape. As I walked cautiously
in, one foot stopping in front of the other on every step, I saw something. It was like a shadow,
nothing more. But it seemed to have this control over me. Like it was a spirit, a soul and it was
taking me over.
As it tore its way into my body I felt something familiar inside me. Like a sudden realization
had come to me that this was not the first time I had felt this being. It was my power and my
weakness; it gave me strength but would not let me use it. It was my best friend and my worst
enemy. Two different parts of my body fighting with each other, and the half I still controlled
was losing. I was losing, I was losing the confidence that I would ever step foot outside again. I
was ready to give up, to just let this thing have me. But it wasn’t my decision and whoevers it
was decided to take the last part of me form my body. I just dropped slowly, then all at once. My
empty body collapsing onto the cold, hard floor.
When my soul eventually grew strong enough, not to get rid of the spirit controlling me, just
