I Wrote Something
The overheated light bulb lighted the room with a musky yellow color. The small girl, laying on the creaky old bed right under the horrendous light, squinted up at the light and rubbed her eyes, making the eyeliner surrounding her caramel colored eyes smudge, she sighed going back to her literature homework. Marilyn Manson’s ‘sweet dreams’ played on her laptop next to her. She hummed to the music, getting lost in her daydreams. She closed her eyes, content and relaxed, and smiled, smiled for the first time in years. She brought her hands up to her face and touched the sides of her mouth, not used to the feeling. Her family, or people the young girl was forced to live with, had left for a cruise and forgotten to buy a ticket for the 6th child in their family. A terror-filled scream awoke the unwanted girl from her unconcerned state of mind. There was a picture of a woman with a knife through her eye in the screen of her old, slow laptop. She grimaced at the sight and shakily tried to close out the screen. She touched every key that still worked but nothing happened. She closed her eyes and took 10 deep breaths. When she opened them again the picture was gone and the ending credits to Marilyn’s video were on. She relaxed back in her bed and tried to fall asleep.
The young girl awoke to whispers of her name. “Scarlet…..Scarlet…you must d…Scarlet..” Scarlet looked around her room too afraid to talk back. A popping sound came from the ceiling and shards of blistering hot glass fell on her legs making her yelp in pain. Scarlet felt a warm liquid run down her neck and arms wrap around her waist. She stayed very still. The arms around her waist wound around her tighter making it hard for Scarlet to breathe, she looked down yet saw no arms around her petite body. She could feel the liquid run down her back then felt it coming down from her neck and Scarlet saw the crimson warm liquid stained her white shirt. What looked, and smelled a lot like blood dripped down the walls and creating a red river on the floor. A demonic laughter filled the room. Scarlet gasped for breath and scratched at her throat. She tried to scream but it all came out as soft whimpers. She fell backwards, her head falling to the left side. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw a deformed figure on top of her squeezing her throat with its black long hand and grinning down at her with yellow teeth and blood filled holes for eyes. As Scarlet took her last pain-filled breaths, the creature laughed and disappeared, the blood still falling to the floor.
3 weeks later Scarlet’s family came to a house that reeked of death. As the siblings went up to their sisters room, to brag about how amazing their trip was and how she needed to find the source of that smell and clean it up, they screamed. Laying on the bed was Scarlet’s rotting body with a large kitchen knife held tight in her left hand.
The Police filed the report under suicide since there were no signs of struggle.
The young girl awoke to whispers of her name. “Scarlet…..Scarlet…you must d…Scarlet..” Scarlet looked around her room too afraid to talk back. A popping sound came from the ceiling and shards of blistering hot glass fell on her legs making her yelp in pain. Scarlet felt a warm liquid run down her neck and arms wrap around her waist. She stayed very still. The arms around her waist wound around her tighter making it hard for Scarlet to breathe, she looked down yet saw no arms around her petite body. She could feel the liquid run down her back then felt it coming down from her neck and Scarlet saw the crimson warm liquid stained her white shirt. What looked, and smelled a lot like blood dripped down the walls and creating a red river on the floor. A demonic laughter filled the room. Scarlet gasped for breath and scratched at her throat. She tried to scream but it all came out as soft whimpers. She fell backwards, her head falling to the left side. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw a deformed figure on top of her squeezing her throat with its black long hand and grinning down at her with yellow teeth and blood filled holes for eyes. As Scarlet took her last pain-filled breaths, the creature laughed and disappeared, the blood still falling to the floor.
3 weeks later Scarlet’s family came to a house that reeked of death. As the siblings went up to their sisters room, to brag about how amazing their trip was and how she needed to find the source of that smell and clean it up, they screamed. Laying on the bed was Scarlet’s rotting body with a large kitchen knife held tight in her left hand.
The Police filed the report under suicide since there were no signs of struggle.
Age:
13-15
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