A little story O' mine
So after talkin with Mallorie (think I spelled that right?) I decided to post up a short story I did once when I was in my last year of high school. It's funny cuz I wrote this a few sentances at a time in my keyboarding class that I had to take for stupid "practical" arts credits. By the end of that class I had this finished story and I really like it quite a bit!!! I may post other stories up if I get that kind of self-confidence, but this is probably my best one cuz it's short. Feed back on it would be greatly appreciated!!!!
Walking in the Dark
It was cold and dark. A boy was walking home in the damp foggy air of night. He felt like he was being watched, and then followed. He began to walk faster and faster, until he was practically running. He could hear the footsteps behind him never falling behind, but actually catching up to him. That’s when he tripped over something big and fell. Quickly he turned to look over his shoulder to see what it was that had been following him. There was nothing, and the sounds were completely gone. Not even the chirp of a cricket could be heard. With a sigh of relief, he started to get up off the ground. Wondering what had tripped him, the boy looked behind him to find a cold, pale, lifeless body. It was a young girl. He knew her from school. She was about the same age he was. Not really sure how to react, he reached for his cell phone to call the police, quickly dialing the numbers 9-1-1 into the phone. He went to press the green send button when something stopped him. The boy felt a sharp pain which subconsciously made his hand submit and dropped the cell phone. Someone had a tight grip on his wrist; and the other hand was set firmly under his jaw tilting his head back a little, but forcing him to continue staring straight ahead. He could feel the person breathing down his neck. He tried to look over his shoulder as hard as he possibly could, but the firm grip around his neck didn't allow him much movement, almost like having his head trapped in a vice.
“Please don’t kill me, I don’t want to die.” The whispered words had escaped his mouth before even he had realized it. There was no response. Suddenly there was a sharp pain that coursed all throughout his body. It was like venom that slowly seeped into his veins. Second by second, everything began to go black. His eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep, or at least what he assumed was sleep. His dreams were dark and blank. There were no images in his dream.
Slowly, light appeared here and there in patches between the darkness that surrounded him. Like before, a sudden pain ran throughout his body and jolted him out of sleep. He was in a place that he was unfamiliar with writhing on a cold, polished, wooden floor. One slight movement of trying to lift his head, sent his entire body into a cold sweat and made his muscles spasm and tremble. Every movement was as painful as red, hot, metal slowly being touched to the skin. He could hear footsteps coming towards the room. His vision was all too blurry and could barely see much of anything, let alone the person who had begun to enter the room. A voice began to speak to him.
“Here, drink this. It will make the pain go away.” The voice was soothing to his ears and made the pounding in his head cease for only a moment. The person hoisted the boy to an upright position. The hands that held his head up and fastened a glass cup to his hands were soft and smooth.
As he moved the cup closer to his lips, his heart began to beat faster and faster. Soon the smooth, cold glass touched his mouth, but he hesitated to drink. He shook his head slightly. The soft hand, that had been holding the cup to his hand, gently tipped the glass up. He could feel the lukewarm liquid resting against his lips. The pain was getting more intense the longer he sat there. As much as he wanted to resist, his body could not any longer. He wanted the pain gone so desperately he would do just about anything. So he began to drink slowly from the glass.
It was vile. The taste was bland and coppery. It was as thick as paint and probably could have been by the way it nauseated him. But for all the sickening things about it, he couldn’t stop drinking. As his pain slowly subsided, he began to think reasonably again. He had no idea who this stranger was and why they had decided to help him. He still drank despite his many objections. Every drop made the pain seem as if it was never there to begin with. Eventually, the stranger had to pull the glass away and laid him back on the floor gently. The boy was breathing heavily and began to speak to the stranger as he walked away.
“Thanks a lot. I have no idea what you gave me bu…” Instantly the pain had returned. “Aaggghh!” The boy wrapped his arms around his stomach as he rolled over to his side curling up defensively. “What…what did you…do…to me?” The stranger said nothing. He looked at the figure that was still a blur. The person was just standing there, watching him. “Is this…supposed…to be…fun…to you...you s-sick...?” The boy began coughing uncontrollably. He could feel the bile rising up in his throat and tried to hold it in, but it was useless. He retched up what looked to be the drink mixed with blood. There was no end to the incredible pain he felt. The stomach acid that came up burned his throat, making each convulsive gesture incredulous. After a short while, the boy collapsed beside the pile of vomit.
Breathing spastically, the pain only seemed to linger now. He looked with only his eyes at the stranger. Whoever it was, was still watching him. That's when the stranger began to walk towards him. With what little strength he had, the boy tried to move himself away from the approaching figure by pushing against the floor with his feet. The only thing he managed to accomplish was slide himself a foot or two away.
“Don’t you…touch me!” The boy said in a low, gruff voice. The stranger’s soft hand rested on his forehead pushing up some hair that clung to his face from sweat. The boy wanted to rip his hand off, but he knew there was nothing he could do in this state. Unexpectedly, the stranger’s hand made him feel relaxed and he felt drowsy. Using the last of his energy, he tried to keep his eyes open. Again, despite what he wanted, he knew there was nothing more his body could do. There was no other choice but to give in and stop fighting against the inevitable. The boy knew he was going to die just like that girl.
Gently the stranger picked him up. As his eyes closed for what he thought would be the last time, he felt his heart gradually slowing its steady beat. Then there was nothing but darkness again, and from that steady rhythm he heard his heart stop.
The End