On Repeat

She clutches to the earth for comfort and protection, unmoving and keeping herself calm as she hears the distant dragging of a shovel. The silent yet squeaky footsteps over the moist ground. And then it stopped, silence, it was so loud she could hear her anxious heart, which felt too loud to her, made her feel vulnerable. As her ears rang loudly from her beating heart, she looked upon the distant stars from the blurry glass roof, praying for escape and protection, just to survive and be alive. It felt like a game of hide and seek as the earth sheltered her while “he” was still looking, his presence chilling the night air in the glasshouse which was spent meant to be warm. A slow sense of security lulls her to sleep only for her to be woken up when it all begun amongst the green plants and vibrant flowers. She looked at the sinking sun, the sky a murky grey, mourning the coming of the night. The distant screeches of birds as they fly home to their shelter. Shelter, it’s happening again, the loop. She started panicking and anxiety gripped her once again as she realised she would witness the horror again and encounter that maniac.

Inspiration from the webtoon "garden of dead flowers” by Sero and Corbenyx