|Dead Elizabeth Rose
Author: One.Winged.Angel888 PM
A short -ONE SHOT- Story about a girl. Pretty much just about her death and ho wit affects her brother etc. Don't like it don't read it! No one said you had too! And yeah, rated M for kidnapping, describing death and yeah that's about it. xRated: Fiction M - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Words: 920 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 06-28-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3036674
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It was dark, and all I wanted to do was sleep. But I couldn't could I? It was so darn cold! My whole house was cold, and I hated it. I mean, I "forgot" to pay a bill last week… So they turned off my power… again…
I hadn't any candles either, so I was now here… Laying in the cold dark of my two seater sofa. Wearing a small studded-leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a black veil brides band-shirt.
My house creaked, it would always creak whenever I was trying to get to sleep… Pfft. What have I got to show for myself? A few drawers of clothes, a tiny bar fridge laid on the other side of the living room. My sink; filled with dirty dishes from last week. And my bathroom… Oh don't get me started on the bathroom.
Yeah, I was filthy… And I live by myself… My parents had kicked me out a few months back. Not like I cared or all. I was glad to leave! And they were too… I have an older brother too… He comes around every now-and-then. His name is Alexander… But he hates me when I call him that, so he prefers me calling him Alex.
My house creaked again, making me groan as I curl up on the sofa; pulling my knees up into my chest.
But this time, the floor bored creaked again, this time closer, seriously? I need to find a new apartment.
Then out of nowhere, a rough hand covers my mouth tightly from behind. I squirm, my hands gripping onto the arms of the figure as my heart starts to race. "Shhh" I hear a male voice whisper into my ear. Oh lord, what's happening? Did Alex sneak in on me? No, Alex isn't that kind of bloke. He was quiet… This was someone else; I don't recognise the voice…
"Hmm, stand up. Now." He snaps, moving his other free arm around my neck.
My body freezes up, how could this be happening? My body's shaking like crazy! Do I listen to him? No! You never listen to strangers! God, never ever! What are you thinking?
"Come on now girly. Get off the fucking couch!" He violently yells; tightening the grip around my neck.
I feel warm tears start to roll off my cheeks, but I do as he asks; I slowly place my feet onto the floor boards. His body was pressed up against the back of mine, I could feel his warm breath on the side of my neck, and he was laughing a little, which made me even more uncomfortable.
"See, how hard was that girly?" He chuckles, pushing me down the hallway.
I don't answer him, why should I? He's fucking pushing me around… I'm like his puppet, I have like, no control whatsoever at the moment.
"W-where… are yo-uu takin me?" I whisper, hoping my voice wouldn't give away how scared I was.
"Somewhere… Dark…" He laughs. Before kicking me outside into the pitch-black night, I stumble to the ground, grazing my knees and palms. "What?" I groan.
"Shhhh, Elizabeth you're giving me a headache!" He teases.
"Wha- how do you know my name?"
He doesn't answer me, but he grabs my upper arm tightly, pulling me along to a dark alleyway.
"This is Amanda Blake, with today's top sport stories…" The reporter stands in front of a running track, holding a small microphone and a sheet of paper, she starts but talking about the training of the 2012 Olympic Games.
Alexander sat there; on a rather large sofa in his parent's living room, eating a few slices of toast, smeared with a gooey chocolate spread. "Alexander?" His mother calls from the kitchen.
Alexander sighs, "Yes mother?" Before looking strangely at the tv screen. The poor boy, his blood turns to jelly and his heart slows, all the colour from his face drains quicker than water. The plate of toast he was once holding falls to the ground, shattering it to a million pieces.
"Alex?" His mother call worried. "Alexander?" She cries again, running into the living room.
"Now, to a developing story back at H.Q…" The sports reporter announces. The tv goes back to where a young woman is sitting at a glass table, wearing a white shirt and a small clip-on microphone. "Thank you Sandie…" She clears her throat before continuing. "A seventeen year old girl by the name of Elizabeth Rose Hughes was found dead this morning, police say that the young girl was somehow up ducted from her home of the late hours of last night, she was… argh, she was violently abused both physically… and… Sexually…" The woman takes in a deep breath, "She was found after an elderly woman was walking her dog around five this morning. The girl was believed to be… dumped in a dumpster.
Elizabeth's mother stood there, completely speechless. Alexander, who wasn't quite sure how to react; sat there, trying to gather his bearings.
Did he just lose his only sister? No, he can't have, or did he? Was she really dead? Yes, her body was being taken into an ambulance… She was dead. Elizabeth, Rose Hughes… Was dead.
- Her lies Elizabeth Rose Hughes -
- 1995-2012 -
- Too young to leave this world -
- A loving sister -
- A loving daughter -
- A bright teenager -