Shadeleaf 1023 Share Posted September 16, 2013 Pale snow and shouts of anger are what christened that early December night. Deep inside the rural borders of a normally sleepy town was the air disturbed by a resounding “Pop! Pop!” , soon after followed by the sound of a metal trimmed door slamming against a rotted wood frame as angry boots marched across the new fallen snow. “Useless b itch...” a man slurred as he advanced towards his beaten up Chevy, whipping the truck door open in a half drunken fury, breathing staggered and still bleeding from the cut through the leather jacket that adorned his slim physique. A shrill cry broke his concentration as he shook his head, “Wha...” he muttered before glancing down to his left hand, halfway inside his car already as he fingered the trigger of the nine-millimeter still tight within his grasp. With a grunt he lethargically tossed it into the deep snow that bordered that unfortunate road, the snow swallowing up the pitch black implement into it’s cold clutches as the man slid fully into his truck, fumbling with his keys a moment before slamming his foot on the gas. The truck's lights flashing to life before its tires spun deeply into the snow beneath, finally catching traction before fishtailing from the driveway, and off into the night. ~~~ Abruptly awoken by the severe sound of gunshots, a small girl, no more than 6 lay besides the her plush animals. Buried beneath the dull purple and dingy comforter draped over her thin mattress and eyes wide in shock did she wait as her gaze wandered about her room, spotting in the cramped space everything as it should have been; her dresser was still partially cracked open from the morning before, her toys neatly shuffled away in a chest, and the family portrait she adored so much sitting upon her night stand. All was well... though, something did bother her, a hole upon her right wall letting a small amount of dirty light into her otherwise dark room.”Mama!” she shouted in a high pitched voice, fists clenched on the fabric of her blankets as she awaited a response... The only one she received was the tearing noise of tires against bare ground, and the whirring of a cold engine that soon faded into the distance. More and more time passed as the girl began to shake, mind wandering in the darkness of her room before reluctantly sliding from her bed; tattered nightgown providing minimal protection from the cold as she paced towards her thinly cracked door. Hinges squealed as her door swung open into the hallway, door knob thumping onto spot it always did as she was greeted by the pungent smell of whiskey and cigar smoke. Trying her hardest to ignore the smell, the little girl wandered timidly across the cold hardwood and into the opening of the living room, hanging light suspended from the neighboring kitchen ceiling sending sickly shadows across the scene. At first nothing stood out, just the average carnage from a night of partying, that which the little girl had long since learned to deal with. Finally, her eyes caught something unfamiliar... a hand. A pale, lax arm laying flat against the ground, the rest of the figure obscured behind a stained beige loveseat. Immediately the girl’s lip began to quiver, eyes widening as she swallowed with some effort, letting out a deep breath as she remembered her mother’s words, ‘Always keep strong...fear is the mind killer love, and don’t you ever forget it.’. With staggered steps she advanced forward towards the couch, hand resting on the back as she leaned over to get a full view of the figure. Tears began to flow at that point... her eyes locking with that of her mother’s corpse, head propped up against the bottom of the couch, and chest marred by two perfect, round, red holes. “Mama...” she whimpered weakly, blood having stained the floor beneath the body and spattering the front of the couch. Turning away and pressing her hands to her face, the girl screamed, screamed her heart out as tears and mucus mixed about her hands. Falling to her knees she continued to wail for hours, even as red and blue lights flashed through the clouded windows. ~~~ Morning came in due time, the girl now curled up upon floor of a local police station; smothered in all the extra blankets that could be mustered along with the coats of the investigating officers, who quietly talked in the next room over. Tear stained cheeks rubbing against the coarse fabric only adding to the girl’s discomfort as she once more awoke from troubled sleep, the light sensation of a hand about her shoulder present. Squinting her eyes shut, the girl once more relaxed fully, letting out a shuddering breath in hope that that who disturbed her would simply walk away thinking her unconscious. In the end, the hand eased from her shoulder, as a light voice filled the room in its place. “My feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping... but you must go on living... live for those of life lost, and for those who hath been robbed of such a gift, farewell my dear...” cooed the soft voice, the room once more fading into a bleak silence as the girl’s tears once more began to soak the fabric. ((In memory of a close friend, a story long since overdue)) 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
5678 260 Share Posted September 16, 2013 Why u make me sad :C Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bardmancer 942 Share Posted September 16, 2013 Good job dude. Really well written. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rig 17591 Share Posted September 16, 2013 :'( Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pinsir99 526 Share Posted September 16, 2013 Well written. Something that can really evoke emotion. And yes. I cried. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted August 2, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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