|Creative Writing Challenge
Author: Laila14 PM
Hi everyone! i've had writer's block for more than a while and i finally decided to do something about it. A friend suggested i try out one of these writing challenges so i decided to try it out! Basically this will be a compilation of short stories based on a given theme or short prompt. I'll try my best to update once a week.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,159 - Reviews: 7 - Updated: 10-15-12 - Published: 09-15-12 - id: 3058495
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You don't care about me. Nope. You never did. You pushed me down with nothing but pure joy in your heart. I saw the sparkle in your eyes, the evil glint. I saw the superior smirk on your face, arms crossed in front of your chest as you looked down on the pitiful heap on the ground that was my body. I saw it all. You relished my tears, revelled in my pain. After all, I couldn't hurt you. What would I be able to do anyways?
At least, that's what you used to think. Little did you know, I was waiting. Waiting and watching. And now as I stand before you rejoicing in the battered and bruised body of yours, I can finally see it; that look of fear and pain in your eyes. I can finally understand why you did what you did to me. I feel powerful… superior.
It feels good.
I want to know more, and my fingers itch to pull the trigger. How will you look smeared with crimson red? Will your eyes show more fear? More pain?
I need to know.
I raise the gun and see the gaping hole that is your mouth. This isn't my fault. It never was. This was your fault. You forced me down there. To that small place where I wasn't able to escape from. Where I was treated like I wasn't worth it. That place where you begin to loathe yourself, and somehow wait for a miracle that just isn't coming. That place where you finally begin to hope that one day you just won't wake up, because you've already given up. You're done. You've surrendered.
Today I've finally escaped that place. Broke free of its evil clutches. And now I'm going to get my revenge.
I hear people screaming in the background, the sirens of the police. Students and teachers are running amok. Nothing can save you now.
I pull the trigger, and time seems to have stopped. Everything's gone quiet. I can see the bullet hit your chest, I can hear the soft moans escape your lips, and I can smell the coppery stench of blood.
I can see your blood. It's oozing out of your black heart and making a small pool on the ground.
More. I need to see more.
Two bullets, three, four. With each shot, I can see more blood. Do you regret it now? Can you see the joy in my eyes? Can you feel this pleasure that I feel? I fire one more shot, I see your body jerk, one last time. Your eyes glaze over. I can't see any more fear in them.