-Nightmare Scene- Alone...
In Drama, we had to pantomine a nightmare we had. With my terrible memory, I just took the story I'd made, and molded it to fit me. She said it was fine, and now I'm going to post the origonal story. It is called 'Alone...' Hope you enjoy the lameness.
“Mother?”
Silence
“Father?”
Nothing.
There, in the lone house, stood one girl. She was 14, looking extremely young for her age. She was short, a pale, round face, giving her that…childish look. Her hair fell in black waves beyond her back and her eyes that of dull emeralds, though they held a small shine. She was the only one in that house at the time.
“Mother…” She called again, hoping to get an answer. No one had responded for quite some time, but yet, she continued to search. It seemed they had left the house…though, anyone could presume that. But she…she was determined, that they were still there.
“Father…” She whispered, every sound making her jump in fear. She had never been alone before, her mother or father always with her.
“Please answer!” She yelled, the small house leaving no room for hiding.
Creeeaaak
A door was slowly opened, the hinges old, making a sound that would send shivers up your back. The girl froze, feeling as though someone who shouldn’t be there…was.
“M-mother?” She asked, slowly turning around, hoping the smiling face of her dear mother would be there, arms held out, waiting for her to run into the grasp. But instead, there was nothing, there was no open door, but the feeling of something there, still lingered.
The girl continued her journey, having only made it into her room, and her mother and father’s bedroom, had yet to visit the living room, kitchen, or laundry room. She took slow steps, her shoes still on from her school day, just a few hours ago. Each step made a soft ‘clack’ making her feel as though the wood floors were made of glass, that would break any moment, and swallow her into the center of the Earth.
She took a step into the living room, the couch plush, and her mother’s rocking chair-where she would sew her daughter’s dresses together, after ripping a hole in them, all where they were every day.
Still, she searched for her mother and father.
All through the house she looked, twice, actually; but still no sign of her dear, beloved family.
“M-mother…” She whispered, tears in her eyes. “F-father…” she called softly. And in that instant, warm arms embraced her from the sides, telling her everything would be okay. She raised her head quickly, a small smile on her lips, before she realized what was happening.
Click
“M-m-mother?” she whispered, looking straight at her father, who’s hand held a gun, pointed between her brow.
“M-mother, what is Father doing?” Her mind was so innocent, that she couldn’t understand what was going on.
“It’s all right dear…please hurry…” Her mother’s voice was behind her, shaking slightly, as she said the last part to her husband, and continued embracing her daughter, keeping her arms from flailing, and her hand creeping to tie a rag to her daughter’s lips.
Tears ran down the girl’s face, something unreal about to happen…and finally, it clicked, she knew what would happen.
“M-mommy…d-daddy, no, p-please don’t! I-I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I? I know you said I’d get punished for being bad, b-but I’ve been good, right? P-please mommy, don’t let daddy d-hhmnnpp”
Her voice was cut off as the rag was tied quickly around her mouth, stopping her rambling. The girl’s tears fell faster, shaking her head back and forth to avoid the gun. She looked at her father, her eyes pleading him to stop.
“I’m sorry…It has to be done.” He said, pulling the trigger painfully slow.
Bang
“Ahh!”
Alysha jumped from her bed, sweat running down the sides of her face. She looked around, she was in her bed, still dressed in her school clothes, even her shoes on. Papers scattered on her lap, and her heavy math book spread open on the floor.
“Oh...My book fell." She said with a frown.
"I must have fallen asleep doing my homework.” She muttered, giggling to herself, and forgetting about the nightmare. She removed the papers, and hoisted herself off the bed, hoping to get something to drink. It was only a few hours since she was back from school, and around now, her mother would make her something sweet to drink, like she did every Tuesday.
Stepping out into the hall, she couldn’t hear anything.
“Mother?”
Her eyes widened when she heard a small noise…
Creeeaaak
End