this is a story im writing and 4 once its not supernatural..
i kno im shocked to..lol
Not Evil, MisunderstoodThe clock chimed it's tune, marking it was twelve. i lay in my bed unable to sleep. i never could during a storm. The clocks chime ended and i was alone in my room, in this old house with only the sound of the rain outside to keep me company. Mom said she felt sick at dinner so she went to bed early. I haven't seen her since. She didn't look to well at dinner either. She seemed really pale. Very pale. Nana, mums mum said it was just the lighting and that mommy was just tired and shes fine. I love Nana so i believed her.
Nana and mum don't like me staying up so late. Not that i blame them, an eight-year-old should not be up at twelve o'clock at night. I don't mean to stay up so late, its the storm outside. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sacred of it or anything. Its just the sounds. I always get chills because of the sounds. It feels like something bad's going to happen.
Maybe mommy will let me sleep with her, or Nana.
I pulled back the covers, grabbed my faithful teddy Marvin, and trotted down the hall to mums room. But when i got there and opened the door. Mum was gone. her blanket and pillows were sprayed out on the floor. Like someone fell out of bed.
Wheres mommy??i thought.
i heard a loud thump coming from down stairs. probably coming from the kitchen.
Could that be mommy? Another thump, then another.
But whats she doing down there? Whats are all those thumps coming from?"Mommy? Mommy where are you?" I called out as I went down the stairs. No reply. My wood of the steps creaked under my feet as i want down. When i reached the bottom i heard another thump. Only louder. It defiantly came from the kitchen.
"Mommy is that you? Where are you mommy?"
I walked towards the door that led into the kitchen. I put my hand on the door nob, it was shaking.
Crashing noises came from behind the door now.
Did the pots fall??i opened the door slowly and fond my mother. she was on the floor staggering around. she was desperately trying to grab hold of something. she was gasping for air like she was choking. tears filed my eyes.
Mommy IS sick!!!She looked so pale. worse then before at dinner. And she looked like she was choking.
"M-m...Mommy??" i stuttered, my voice breaking at the first letter.
i wanted to go to my mother, help her, but i found i couldn't move. I was frozen with fear at the very site of her. She started gasping and coughing in front of me.
Whats wrong with mommy??I whimpered.
she tried to come closer to, she clawed at the floor. she tried to say my name but it was like her mouth was full of sand.
"Mommy...mommy whats wrong??" tears ran freely down my cheeks and still i could not move.
my mother came to my feet. she put her hand on my ankle. that made me jump, she was so cold. i stepped back. Mum started coughing again. this time there was blood. she just kept coughing. Mum gasped and tried to reach up at me. that's when i saw. there was a knife in her chest. More and more blood went on the floor. then a man appeared in the door way. he had a knife.
i didn't move. he came closer and i wanted to scream, but i didn't say a word. i wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't move. the man had a Ski mask and was wearing all black. he went closer to mum. and with his knife in hand. he grabbed my mothers hair, jerked her neck back and stabbed the knife---
"Faythe!!!!!!!! clam down!!! Faythe its just a dream" Belle, my roommate was screaming next to me. i was covered in sweat, breathing hard, and shaking.
"Faythe stop screaming!! its OK...your OK, its just a dream..."
i didn't realize i was screaming, i clamped my moth shut and tried to relax. ever since my mother died in front of my that memory has been my nightmare. i never understood why he just left me there. Belle was staring at me. i think she wanted me to say something.
"I'm OK belle. just a nightmare"
"your mum again?"
i nodded.
Belle looked at the digital clock on the dresser. it red 4;20am in red bright letters. Belle turned back to me. her face was full of concern but she smiled at what she said next.
"well on the plus side, u woke me up before my alarm so I'm not gonna be late to my training section"
Belle was on the track team. she had to run laps at 5am to 7am every morning then again from 4pm to 6pm. shes on a scholarship here. not like me. i was sent here. were in a boarding school. I've been here since i was 10. it has a primary and secondary school. when i legally turn 18 in a month i can leave. my relatives dropped me here so I'm leaving the second i turn 18. Hatted it hear since day one. Not that one relative bothered to come see me unless for some holiday.
"well you better get going Belle, u don't want to be late." my voice sounded shaky
"I can be late, you going to be OK?" her concern returned.
i tried to smile. "yeah I'm fine, don't worry about me. it was just a dream"
"well OK, call me if you need anything"
"sure"
she got up off the side of my bed and went into our dorm rooms bathroom.
If you only knew the truth
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Awww...
Did you mean to type metaphor by any chance,lil sis?
