The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
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Part 5
Raquel was lying on the floor of her room, face down. Her head was bleeding but the more concerning injuries were on her joints; they were cut up and pierced as if she was attacked with blades and iron nails. Oddly enough there was no blood around the joints, just on the forehead, and that too wasn't too much still she needed an urgent blood transfusion. No weapon to have caused such injury was in sight either, her room was thoroughly checked, the ground below the window was checked too but still, there was no clue of anything as such. She looked pale as a ghost and so fragile and brittle then, that it felt like she would break at a slightest of touch.
"Hush my dear" Nadia calms Raquel down a bit and then she feeds her. None of them mentions the night but for some time Nadia wonders if that's what has been hurting Raquel, that same ghastly thing that she saw in her room; but it was a fleeting thought and Nadia forgets about it as she tries to entertain Raquel. When Nadia tells Raquel that she has to leave now she could see the fear on her face, so she immediately asks Raquel if she wants her to stay.
Raquel pulls herself together and tells her that she is fine. Deep down she has an idea that even if Nadia stayed it wouldn't make a difference and that her fate was sealed a long time ago.
Meanwhile, the continuous failure by Doctor Philip to understand the case of Raquel puts the hospital management in a bad mood and hence they decide on appointing someone new. For this purpose, Dr. Edwin Morris is to replace Dr. Philips in a few days. Dr. Edwin has experience with the most peculiar of cases and has published a lot of theories helpful in the field of psychology and thus has earned fame at a very young age.
For Dr. Edwin coming back to his hometown for work is nostalgic. As he drives through the streets where he rode his bike in his college days he feels memories all rush in at once. Years ago he left his home to serve the world. He went to every remote area he could and helped people with his knowledge. Everything else came in perhaps as a reward to his selflessness. And now in his own hometown, a very prestigious Institution wanted him to look into a perplexing case, how could he deny it so here he was driving right to the Institution to work his magic.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
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The Mirage in Writers [english]
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 6
Dr. Edwin reaches the Institution on the fifth day after the incidence since everyone was aware of his arrival beforehand they prepared all the papers regarding the patient but he refuses to see them. He wants someone who looked after these patients to guide him to the rooms before he reads about them anything. He wants to form his own opinion and reach his own conclusion by observing them and not borrowing what has been done by his predecessors. Strangely he doesn't just want to see the patients that he has been assigned to but wants to have a glance at every single one in the hospital. Everyone thinks it's odd but nobody has any objections to it, so he gets what he wants. By doing this Dr. Edwin takes a general note of how patients are categorized and how they are treated across the Institution. That will give him an idea if the case he will see is actually peculiar or is it just that management is at fault. After looking at all the other categories of patients finally, Nadia guides him through first and second-floor patients, these are prone to self-harm and can even be dangerous to others at times. Nadia thoroughly and passionately talks about each and every one of them and Dr. Edwin notices that the right procedure is in place and the staff is well trained. That only means that the case will be something worth looking at. Finally, he stands in front of the door of the last room on the second floor but with horror, he notices it's empty. He looks questioningly at Nadia but Nadia replies to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Dr. I forgot to mention she's in the piano room, there's a piano tutor here every day for the patients who are capable of learning such but she loves to listen to it so she just sits there and listens.”
Looks of concern pass his face. "But the patients in this category aren't allowed to mingle with.." he starts to but the calm look of Nadia's face makes him drop his concern. She seemed to him so far as someone who knew her job well and he decides to trust her for that. Besides, doctor Philips would have made the decision so he has to take it in his stride.
"Can I see her there?" He asks Nadia, an open surrounding will give him a better chance to observe her. Nadia shows Dr. Edwin the piano room and Raquel sitting in a corner in a comfortable chair since her wounds are still healing. Dr. Edwin's eyes almost fall out of their sockets from a single glance at what he has been told is Miss Raquel Haggle, the room seems to whirl around his head and breathing only comes when he decides to do it consciously.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
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Part 6
Dr. Edwin reaches the Institution on the fifth day after the incidence since everyone was aware of his arrival beforehand they prepared all the papers regarding the patient but he refuses to see them. He wants someone who looked after these patients to guide him to the rooms before he reads about them anything. He wants to form his own opinion and reach his own conclusion by observing them and not borrowing what has been done by his predecessors. Strangely he doesn't just want to see the patients that he has been assigned to but wants to have a glance at every single one in the hospital. Everyone thinks it's odd but nobody has any objections to it, so he gets what he wants. By doing this Dr. Edwin takes a general note of how patients are categorized and how they are treated across the Institution. That will give him an idea if the case he will see is actually peculiar or is it just that management is at fault. After looking at all the other categories of patients finally, Nadia guides him through first and second-floor patients, these are prone to self-harm and can even be dangerous to others at times. Nadia thoroughly and passionately talks about each and every one of them and Dr. Edwin notices that the right procedure is in place and the staff is well trained. That only means that the case will be something worth looking at. Finally, he stands in front of the door of the last room on the second floor but with horror, he notices it's empty. He looks questioningly at Nadia but Nadia replies to him with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Dr. I forgot to mention she's in the piano room, there's a piano tutor here every day for the patients who are capable of learning such but she loves to listen to it so she just sits there and listens.”
Looks of concern pass his face. "But the patients in this category aren't allowed to mingle with.." he starts to but the calm look of Nadia's face makes him drop his concern. She seemed to him so far as someone who knew her job well and he decides to trust her for that. Besides, doctor Philips would have made the decision so he has to take it in his stride.
"Can I see her there?" He asks Nadia, an open surrounding will give him a better chance to observe her. Nadia shows Dr. Edwin the piano room and Raquel sitting in a corner in a comfortable chair since her wounds are still healing. Dr. Edwin's eyes almost fall out of their sockets from a single glance at what he has been told is Miss Raquel Haggle, the room seems to whirl around his head and breathing only comes when he decides to do it consciously.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
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The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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Part 7
Edwin takes the support of the door frame. An invisible hand seems to have grabbed him by his throat. Weakness, like barbed wires, runs through his legs, and boulders of heaviness sit on his chest. His eyes burn, looking into the sun of painful reality and seeing the seemingly unreal and unimaginable. A cruel knot tightens in his throat choking him. His shock clearly shows itself on his face and Nadia can't help but look perplexed at such an expression. He looks like he has seen an unexpected funeral of someone he loves.
Raquel sits in the corner, quietly enjoying the soothing tunes on the piano. Everyone in the piano room is familiar with her so no one takes her as an intruder, rather most people consider her the sole audience and focus on playing better for her. Even the piano teacher had to agree that Raquel's presence and her cheerful words at the end of an individual’s turn had greatly helped people learn.
The summer season is already in full swing and the bandages on Raquel's hand irritates her. The room is too densely packed for the fan to be of any use. Sweat runs down Raquel's back, traces her backbone giving her a chilly sensation on a hot day. There is a very clingy smell in the hall; a mixture of sweat, colognes, food, medicines, and old wood from the chairs which makes the air feel heavier than it actually is. And on top of it fly and mosquitoes buzz around her head making it hard for her to relax. Despite the pain in her hands, the interruptions by the flies and mosquitoes drive her so mad that she tries to swat them away, swinging her hand across her face, with her ears being her only aid to know where to hit.
Dr. Edwin has had enough to look; his face has taken a crimson hue from the blood that has been pooled in there. Without saying a word he leaves. Nadia stays behind unable to understand what was going on. So she decides that she should go on with her duty. Dr. Edwin sits in his cabin clutching his stress ball and pressing it hard, almost with a conviction that if he does so hard enough he would un-see what he has seen. He throws the ball away finally in exasperation. Then he hides his face in his hand and runs his hand up to his hair every once in awhile dishevelling them. He could look at his reflection in the glass cabin, the sullen face, and messed up hair and he realizes that he looks exactly what he feels inside; messed up. Imagine a beautiful flower in your garden. You love it and you take care of it. And then one day you find out that someone plucked that flower and crushed it under his cruel feet. You feel hurt and disappointed. You feel angry, you feel lost and you feel inexplicably sad. That's what he has been feeling like, seeing his old friend here in the Institution as a patient.
Raquel and Edwin were together in the college. They were of the same batch. They sat together, ate together, made their assignments together, and took the punishment for each other. When Edwin was low he knew he could count on Raquel and the same was true for Raquel too, even though they were never best friends so to speak of or even romantically involved. They had their own partners and yet if something went wrong in their life they would turn to each other with trust and understanding that they had each other’s back. That sentiment was mutual.
They lost touch a few years back when Edwin decided to help people around the world, a decision that was opposed by everyone; everyone but Raquel. She was the only one who served him up with both the emotional and financial support to make that leap of faith. She was the one who encouraged him to work on his dreams and to threaten him to not go too far in his ambition so as to forget himself.
PART 1:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305700
PART 2:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305703
PART 3:
https://t.me/WritersClub/305707
PART 4
https://t.me/WritersClub/309303
PART 5
https://t.me/WritersClub/310052
PART 6
https://t.me/WritersClub/310054
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The Mirage in Writers [english]
The Deal: A tale of betrayal
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Part 1
Nadia yawns loudly stretching her arms and legs to the point that they make a cracking sound, her mouth stretches wide open to her ears despite her valiant efforts to not yawn. It's three in the night and it’s deadly…
Bleed
How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
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How long can I hold and pretend?
In your shadow my sun is falling to end.
I am screaming inside, begging for you to see;
That all these words are contorted insides of me.
I'm cut up again, I don't see myself healing anymore;
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor.
It's to live with your words that ring in my head,
Echoing through my heart, driving me mad.
But you don't see, you don't care in the least!
For you, I'm nothing more than a tamed beast.
Here you come again at me with a whip,
Pain ripples on my back; I'm loosing my grip.
Sitting on the cold floor trying to pacify myself,
Digging a grave for me today, I'm waiting for help.
Someone to come and hold me, my pieces are falling over.
Someone to give me some warmth, saving me from your cold shoulder.
I bleed and bleed and bleed but it's not death that I abhor;
It's the traces of the things you killed in me that stink and retort.
#tm #review #poetry
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
#tm #review #shortstory
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
The Mirage:
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
#tm #review #shortstory
*Trigger Warning*
!Includes bullying, suicide, eating disorder and insensitive behaviour!
Part 1
https://t.me/WritersClub/319278
Guilty Conscience
Part 2
It was almost two years ago when Finneas saw her face for the first time. She was a transfer student who had just joined his class but she became butt of every joke first day onwards. She had a scar on her face, a cruel reminder of her ugly childhood. She had grown up as quite an anxious kid and in her anxiety she had a tendency to eat a lot. This led to her gaining a lot of weight, so much so that she took almost double the amount of space it would take anyone else of her age. Finneas was her biggest nightmare, she would find something sprawled on the board or her desk everyday that reminded her how ugly she was. But this wasn't enough for him, he went further. He invited her to a party, extending a hand of friendship and asked her to bury the hatchet but things went straight to hell as soon as she went inside. The door was closed and now she was in everyone's eyes, they called her ugly, elephant, witch and threw at her any insult they could conjure. But she wasn't going down easy, she threw an equal amount of insult on them leaving them scarlet and crimson in face with embarrassment. She thought she won the war but then things turned on their head.
They forced her to strip, every cloth was taken off from her leaving only her inner clothes on. Then she was made to look in a mirror "look your ugly highness, look at yourself" they guffawed. She sat on her knees clutching herself tightly, sobbing hysterically. Her skin crawled with spiders and scorpions of embarrassment stung her insides. She knew at that point of time what she was going to do, what option was left with her. Through their ricocheting laughter she could hear her own innerself very clearly.
"Stop there. Please, stop. Don't!" he pleads. A pain rises in his chest and his hand, which feels much like stabs just ten times worse. The blood pools in his face, he clutches his chest as his feeble efforts to pick himself up off the ground fails, his eyes stare at her very much out of their sockets.
When his parents arrive two days later they are welcomed by a rank smell, they frantically search for Finneas only to find him dead in his study room. The post-mortem showed the reason for death was heart attack, but he was just 17. Police asked if he was stressing over something and his parents look each other in the eyes, they know that she had mentioned his name clearly in her suicide note before jumping off the ninth floor to her death. But still, why was the door of study room closed from outside, this question leaves even police officers perplexed. There were no other fingerprint on the lock other than house members and there was no sign of any forced entry either. Knowing this, the two best friends smile: one secretly, standing in Finneas's funeral, the other in her grave, now finally settling inside it in peace.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his…
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Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face.
Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly.
Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively.
The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern.
Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night.
Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow.
"Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual.
In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage.
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Nadia slept fitfully at night. It was that way since the blackout incident. The digital watch sat beside her looking at her with focus in the dark room. The moment it struck 3:33 am Nadia's eyes flew open as though she was awoken by some internal alarm. The clock almost blinked at her in response to distasteful look on her face.
Nadia stared uncomfortably at the clock for a while, she waited for 3:34 but the single minute wasn't passing. Growing nervous from the elongated time she patted the clock, still the time didn't move. Propping herself up on the arm now Nadia picked up the clock and shook it. Back in the corner of her room an apparition glided over the floor silently, malignantly.
Nadia was now sure that more than a minute has definitely passed, she sat up and looked about herself in the dark room. Her eyes darted across it trying to search for something which she would love to never find. A cold draft that started from nowhere touched her behind her neck and goose prickles rose on her skin. Nadia tucked herself under covers in response and took Carl's hand in hers as she tucked herself in. But something wasn't right about the feeling of his hand. His hand felt unusually cold and for some reason unlively.
The hand she was holding tightened it's own grip on her hand. Nadia reluctantly looked from under the covers only to find a disembodied hand floating about at the place where Carl was supposed to be sleeping. It had a greyish decayed hue and blood spurted out of its open end. She screamed and the lights came on. Carl shook her violently, asking her what has happened while looking at her with concern.
Nadia looked at Carl and hugged him as tight as she could. Carl didn't know what was happening but he hugged back regardless. He offered her some water and a few words of solace and she settled down. The clock had moved on to 3:34 to her relief and somehow it was still sitting on the table where it was originally kept on every night.
Carl and Nadia sat for a while and chatted. Carl sensed that Nadia was just not ready to sleep and he didn't want to sleep before assuring that Nadia would be fine. It wasn't the first time that Nadia screamed in a nightmare, it had infact happened one too many times. Some times Nadia was aware, others she wasn't but Carl knew in any case what he had to do, wait for her to sleep. Nadia rested her head on Carl's chest, the feeling in her arm of holding that decayed hand had rattled her from deep within. But after a few minutes Nadia was able to reason with herself that both she and Carl needed to sleep. She sat up and turned her head towards Carl to say good night. The lights flickered for a moment and then came back on. An apparition sat behind Carl, it's head was over Carl's shoulder. It had a face split in half, bloodied on the chin and ashened on the cheeks. It's long tongue licked at Carl's ear. Nadia's stomach churned at the site of the saliva that dripped from over Carl's ear but before she could so much as draw a breath the apparition's face was right in front of her's. The heavy weight of fear made it hard for her to breath or swallow.
"Say so much as a word and your precious will be gone" the appreciation said in a pinching voice. Then it went back again behind Carl and licked his neck. Nadia was helpless and all she could do was force herself to nod in agreement. The moment she nodded the apparition disappeared. Nadia slid in the bed and pulled the cover right over her head curled into a ball and shook. Carl unaware of whatever had happened went back to sleep as usual.
In the morning everything that she remembered from the night seemed so bizarre that she thought it best to never bring it up. The last thing she wanted for herself was to make Carl suspicious of her past and her lineage.
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Separation
One by one, everyone falls apart,
Distance creeps up between our hearts.
The coffees go cold,
The invitations go stale.
The love that they shared
Turn into memories, rare.
But they pretend it does not exist,
This rift is invisible, impossible to see.
Dragging us away our feelings go numb,
Distance creep up between the moon and the sun.
Now all the stars in their life are all that shine,
The moon is lost somewhere in shadow of mind.
It passes under the sun,
Just a glance in a while..
But everyone keeps falling apart to the cruel hands of time.
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One by one, everyone falls apart,
Distance creeps up between our hearts.
The coffees go cold,
The invitations go stale.
The love that they shared
Turn into memories, rare.
But they pretend it does not exist,
This rift is invisible, impossible to see.
Dragging us away our feelings go numb,
Distance creep up between the moon and the sun.
Now all the stars in their life are all that shine,
The moon is lost somewhere in shadow of mind.
It passes under the sun,
Just a glance in a while..
But everyone keeps falling apart to the cruel hands of time.
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Letting go
This is a place
Where I pour my void away.
Please understand,
These are unchartered terrains.
These are all the things
I keep my doors closed to,
For these feelings I have never
Let myself feel up to.
I ask myself this question
Everyday, everytime.
If I am broken
Which part is whole of mine?
I come here in hope
To face the demons I feed;
To talk to my inner child,
Ask her if she's healed.
I come here, afraid I'd leave empty.
I come here, afraid I'd leave heavy and full.
This is my safe place,
But I come here in hopes-
To let go of my pain
To let go of all the pain...
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This is a place
Where I pour my void away.
Please understand,
These are unchartered terrains.
These are all the things
I keep my doors closed to,
For these feelings I have never
Let myself feel up to.
I ask myself this question
Everyday, everytime.
If I am broken
Which part is whole of mine?
I come here in hope
To face the demons I feed;
To talk to my inner child,
Ask her if she's healed.
I come here, afraid I'd leave empty.
I come here, afraid I'd leave heavy and full.
This is my safe place,
But I come here in hopes-
To let go of my pain
To let go of all the pain...
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People see me as being lonely, quite and anti social.
They have the audacity to even tell that to me,
makes me wonder if they can feel empathy.
I don't need to be reminded that I don't behave like them, I know in myself how should I behave in connection to my personality.
Haven't they heard the word, introvert? Perhaps they don't,
Otherwise they would know better its no big deal.
For many, they like to go out and do adventures,
Others just like to lie down,
with their backs to the ceiling and their eyes fix to the book at hand.
Immersed in the waves of words feeding their minds.
Feeling at peace for the solitude, that for some find unhealthy.
Whenever I get asked whether I feel lonely, I answer never have I felt that.
Of course I get mixed reactions, others even raised their eyebrows.
I can't blame them, they must have been living in their own bubble all their life.
Get a needle and blow that bubble, otherwise they'll continue believing being you isn't normal.
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They have the audacity to even tell that to me,
makes me wonder if they can feel empathy.
I don't need to be reminded that I don't behave like them, I know in myself how should I behave in connection to my personality.
Haven't they heard the word, introvert? Perhaps they don't,
Otherwise they would know better its no big deal.
For many, they like to go out and do adventures,
Others just like to lie down,
with their backs to the ceiling and their eyes fix to the book at hand.
Immersed in the waves of words feeding their minds.
Feeling at peace for the solitude, that for some find unhealthy.
Whenever I get asked whether I feel lonely, I answer never have I felt that.
Of course I get mixed reactions, others even raised their eyebrows.
I can't blame them, they must have been living in their own bubble all their life.
Get a needle and blow that bubble, otherwise they'll continue believing being you isn't normal.
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Hello, a five-letter word,
Too simple yet quite powerful
Probably the most used word
But always taken for granted
We say hello when we answer calls
I met my friends from simple hellos
Want to greet your crush? Well, saying hello ain't a bad start
Getting someone's attention doesn't sound off when you start with telling them hello
You see, these are some good things Hello gets you
It helps connect people
Better than Facebook does
Because you never start a conversation without saying Hello,
With that said,
always keep in mind
Words can look basic but have greater meaning
Single word that can make thousand words follow
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Too simple yet quite powerful
Probably the most used word
But always taken for granted
We say hello when we answer calls
I met my friends from simple hellos
Want to greet your crush? Well, saying hello ain't a bad start
Getting someone's attention doesn't sound off when you start with telling them hello
You see, these are some good things Hello gets you
It helps connect people
Better than Facebook does
Because you never start a conversation without saying Hello,
With that said,
always keep in mind
Words can look basic but have greater meaning
Single word that can make thousand words follow
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Razorblade
I saw you walk besides me,
Holding my hand for security.
Taking me to dream lands I haven't been,
Showing me scenes I have never seen.
Then we were apart,
Walking on a razor blade.
Hate and love just went hand in hand.
I hate you; I love you, I repeated again.
But I hated me more than anything I could explain.
You were what I loved,
But never my idol I must admit.
I still love you, but only at my own risk.
For I know you can't be relied on;
For I know you are just a disappointment.
But I still need you here by my side
To hold me, help me, love me like you do, always.
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I saw you walk besides me,
Holding my hand for security.
Taking me to dream lands I haven't been,
Showing me scenes I have never seen.
Then we were apart,
Walking on a razor blade.
Hate and love just went hand in hand.
I hate you; I love you, I repeated again.
But I hated me more than anything I could explain.
You were what I loved,
But never my idol I must admit.
I still love you, but only at my own risk.
For I know you can't be relied on;
For I know you are just a disappointment.
But I still need you here by my side
To hold me, help me, love me like you do, always.
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Hurts
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
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Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
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Hurts
Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
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Darling I know it hurts;
The burning flesh of wounds no one can see,
Bothers you even in your dreams.
I know you bleed everyday,
Tears that turn to pearl.
But the pearl is all they see.
All they see is you smile through your agony.
But I know it hurts to hide,
And hurts even more to admit.
So let me help you
By not asking you anything instead.
Cause even when you don't say
I can feel your soul drown,
Everytime you take a breath.
But it's usually dark before the dawn
So I want you to hold on till then.
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Yearning
Sometimes,
All I want is to walk away.
Somewhere,
Faraway from your reach.
Somehow,
Out of your hands.
Slipping,
Away into the abyss.
Sometimes,
Your love is the worst of my pains.
Somewhere,
Inside my heart I'm broken.
Somehow,
All my feelings are lost and frozen.
Slipping,
Far into bleeding oceans.
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Sometimes,
All I want is to walk away.
Somewhere,
Faraway from your reach.
Somehow,
Out of your hands.
Slipping,
Away into the abyss.
Sometimes,
Your love is the worst of my pains.
Somewhere,
Inside my heart I'm broken.
Somehow,
All my feelings are lost and frozen.
Slipping,
Far into bleeding oceans.
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Tyrant
Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me everytime.
I call,
Stand up for me!
Call me back to home.
Home? You say,
It doesn't feel like so.
Shouldn't have to walk on eggshells,
Just living across the walls.
It's not home .
You are not safe.
Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me on the gate.
I try to run away,
Those threads tie me down to ends.
I cut loose,
And then I fall.
No I can't! you say.
Telling me how weak I am.
So when I am strangled again,
Cycle will repeat in my brain.
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Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me everytime.
I call,
Stand up for me!
Call me back to home.
Home? You say,
It doesn't feel like so.
Shouldn't have to walk on eggshells,
Just living across the walls.
It's not home .
You are not safe.
Tyranny of my mind,
Abandoning me on the gate.
I try to run away,
Those threads tie me down to ends.
I cut loose,
And then I fall.
No I can't! you say.
Telling me how weak I am.
So when I am strangled again,
Cycle will repeat in my brain.
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A Drowning man
It's the undertow
That hit me in my bed.
In a moment,
My life was out of my hands.
One moment it's bright
Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights,
But life's made me blind.
I fall,
Crumple up on the floor.
It's too heavy to bear this loss.
I'm tossed across
These wicked waves of grief.
Drowning in my agony,
I wish nothing but love.
But where did that go?
Lost in the void of this deadly snow.
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It's the undertow
That hit me in my bed.
In a moment,
My life was out of my hands.
One moment it's bright
Other- I'm trying to turn on my lights,
But life's made me blind.
I fall,
Crumple up on the floor.
It's too heavy to bear this loss.
I'm tossed across
These wicked waves of grief.
Drowning in my agony,
I wish nothing but love.
But where did that go?
Lost in the void of this deadly snow.
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I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden.
She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now.
"Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place."
"I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me.
"Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard.
He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart.
'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me.
"I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction
"Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat.
"How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes
"Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her.
"And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me
"Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her
"Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth
"Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb."
"Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer.
I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again.
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I place the bouquet on her coffin, all yellow, white and red, hand-picked without harming the stem, still fresh, just like she has always liked. If she wasn't gone, she would take all these flowers and put them in a pot on her desk in her room right beside her window, she used to say she felt like she was in the garden.
She barely left her room anyways, she didn't quite like the outside world, just she and her passion.
Tears stream down my cheeks as I turn away from her cold grave, it's been a whole year now.
"Be strong bro" my older brother Andy tells me pressing my shoulder. I bury my head in his shoulder and cry even harder, "this wasn't supposed to happen, we were at such a happy place, we were finally at such a happy place."
"I know, I know brother." He says patting my back, trying to sooth me.
"Come, it's about to rain, we must leave." He says and drives me out of the graveyard.
He was right, soon as we get inside the home it starts to rain cat and dog. "I love this weather" I almost hear her say, I look around for her but there's no one. I sit beside the window and stare outside perhaps for hours, my eyes hurt and so does my heart.
'C'mon Ronny, how long are you going to sit in there, come get your dinner." My mom calls me.
"I'm not hungry" I tell her without even looking in her direction
"Enough of this already!" she yells. Well that's my mom, she goes from anger 0 to 120 degree in a heartbeat.
"How long are you going to sulk for that half broken girl?" She yells and this time I look at her furiously ready to launch myself on her but my brother intervenes
"Mom you can't say that!" he shouts at her.
"And tell me young man why can't I state the obvious, wasn't she half broken, wasn't she on a wheelchair for a long time, what is wrong with saying that huh!? What good she would have been for your brother." She says staring point blank at me
"Mom not now, can't you see he is still hurting?" My brother tells her
"Yes, that's the problem here, that he is still hurting after a year, it's about time he finds himself another girl." I give her dry look like she just poured sour milk into my mouth
"Look at your brother Andy, he is handsome and smart, he earns well, which girl won't want him. There he is sulking for an ugly lamb."
"Mom!" I scream in protest, enough about her. I storm off the room, I might end up forgetting my dignity if I stay here any longer.
I drive aimlessly on the rain beaten path, unable to tell where I should turn next or where should I go. I would have drove straight to her he if only..... My thoughts get fuzzy. When I finally stop I open my car's gate and get outside to breathe, somehow magically I have ended up in a painfully familiar place, her favourite ice cream parlor. I close my eyes tightly, I can't look inside, for whenever I do, I just find myself sitting with her in her wheelchair merrily chugging at her ice cream. I try to take a spoon out of her sundae and she slaps my hand away. Then she takes a spoonful and very careful puts it in my mouth, pursing her lips like she was about to hit me with an arrow. All her features tight in concentration only come to rest when I've finally taken the ice-cream in my mouth. Then she looks around as though to make sure nobody saw us but indeed a lot of people have and she blushes, her cheeks turning a prettier hue of red then her top. My heart lurchs out my chest as a cruel drop of rain that falls at the top of my head reminds me that I can never see this happen again.
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Trapped- Part 1
The crowd screamed. An uproar rose as though coming from thousands of human frying in hot oils in the dark pitches of hell.
Behind the stage Lisa took a few deep breaths. Her knees shaking from the nervousness, her bladder making her take the road to washroom one too many times. The SoFi stadium in Inglewood was huge and it was filled to the max. Lisa took one final breath, put her earpiece in it's place and waited under the stage. She will appear on stage after the opening act was finished. Her mind was entering into a state of maximum concentration, nothing could go wrong today. Little did she know that this was her last performance ever.
Her crew queued her, the lift took her on the stage. She was the main act, the uproar from crowd almost brought her to tears, everyone cheered and called out her name. She was living her dream. It didn't take long however for this dream to turn into a nightmare.
Halfway through her performance she approached the edge of the stage to get closer to her fans. Her fans pressed hard to get just one touch of her glimmering skin. She walked across, giving her fans a sweeping touch of her hands. It was going smoothly, her hand floated seemlesly over the wave of infinite fingers, unless someone grabbed her hand making her halt her surfing. Being as professional as she was, she continued singing while simultaneously trying to get rid of the hold. When she failed to do it for a few seconds she looked back and froze. The music and back track kept running but she was no longer aware of her surroundings.
The walls around her seemed to close, although there were none to begin with. She found herself teleported in a dimly lit small room. The air smelled dank from being caught in for a long time. It was a nauseating mix of smell of canned food, exotic perfumes, unwashed clothes and bedding. In the background the soft music played "locked in your love" it was called.
Lisa wrote and sang it. It was a smash hit and soon it climbed to the top of the charts. Lisa remembered how happy she was when she heard about the song's success. She cried tears of joy and did her happy uncaring dance. Anyone who heard it could not help but feel absolutely mesmerized, a review said back then.
However, Lisa wasn't mesmerized now. She was sick to stomach of this song that was playing on a loop for days. The voice came from the four speakers that were in the four corners of the room. Lisa tried to reach them often but she was always stopped by the chain in her leg. Her left leg was chained to one leg of the bed. The chain was long enough to let her move about in the room but not long enough to let her reach the door of speakers. All she could do was scream at the walls for deliverance, but the walls filled with her own smiling photos screamed back at her.
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The crowd screamed. An uproar rose as though coming from thousands of human frying in hot oils in the dark pitches of hell.
Behind the stage Lisa took a few deep breaths. Her knees shaking from the nervousness, her bladder making her take the road to washroom one too many times. The SoFi stadium in Inglewood was huge and it was filled to the max. Lisa took one final breath, put her earpiece in it's place and waited under the stage. She will appear on stage after the opening act was finished. Her mind was entering into a state of maximum concentration, nothing could go wrong today. Little did she know that this was her last performance ever.
Her crew queued her, the lift took her on the stage. She was the main act, the uproar from crowd almost brought her to tears, everyone cheered and called out her name. She was living her dream. It didn't take long however for this dream to turn into a nightmare.
Halfway through her performance she approached the edge of the stage to get closer to her fans. Her fans pressed hard to get just one touch of her glimmering skin. She walked across, giving her fans a sweeping touch of her hands. It was going smoothly, her hand floated seemlesly over the wave of infinite fingers, unless someone grabbed her hand making her halt her surfing. Being as professional as she was, she continued singing while simultaneously trying to get rid of the hold. When she failed to do it for a few seconds she looked back and froze. The music and back track kept running but she was no longer aware of her surroundings.
The walls around her seemed to close, although there were none to begin with. She found herself teleported in a dimly lit small room. The air smelled dank from being caught in for a long time. It was a nauseating mix of smell of canned food, exotic perfumes, unwashed clothes and bedding. In the background the soft music played "locked in your love" it was called.
Lisa wrote and sang it. It was a smash hit and soon it climbed to the top of the charts. Lisa remembered how happy she was when she heard about the song's success. She cried tears of joy and did her happy uncaring dance. Anyone who heard it could not help but feel absolutely mesmerized, a review said back then.
However, Lisa wasn't mesmerized now. She was sick to stomach of this song that was playing on a loop for days. The voice came from the four speakers that were in the four corners of the room. Lisa tried to reach them often but she was always stopped by the chain in her leg. Her left leg was chained to one leg of the bed. The chain was long enough to let her move about in the room but not long enough to let her reach the door of speakers. All she could do was scream at the walls for deliverance, but the walls filled with her own smiling photos screamed back at her.
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Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
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Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
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