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I posted this a few days ago. It got no comments.
This time it is longer, and of better quality.
I really need some comments, even if they seem obvious, I want to hear (read?) 'em. I have spent quite a lot of time on this, so I feel that it is only fair if it gets ripped apart like all my other stories.
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In the perpetual darkness, surrounded by non-stop dripping, I sit quietly. I don’t know how long I have been here. Time seems non-existent where I am…
“What’re you reading?” asked Jess’s mother. “Looks scary.”
Jess turned the book and examined its black cover with red writing. “Death waits for no-one. Like…” she whispered to herself. She moved her finger so it was no longer in the way of the other words. “No-one waits for death.”
She put a book-mark in he book and closed it slowly, glancing at her hands. Her long elegant fingers brushed bread crumbs off the cover. She gave a long, quiet sigh before getting up and walking out of the dining room. She walked half-way up the stairs when she stopped and looked into the mirror. He was there again. His arms wrapped round her, pressing against her breasts.
“I still think you’re too beautiful for a sixteen-year-old,” he whispered softly into her ear. He rested his head on her shoulder, being very careful to not show his teeth. “I reckon you gotta be at least eighteen.” He smiled, and squeezed her tighter.
“And you’re too childish for seventeen,” she said, trying to wriggle away from him. “Why are you here this time?”
“You know I gotta get fresh blood from somewhere right? Besides, you don’t need all yours.” The boy smiled bearing his large white canine teeth briefly, before hiding them again.”
“Stop that! You know I don’t like looking at those!” She looked down the stairs to make sure nobody was coming. “Ok, come into my bedroom. But I’m not letting you bite me, last time you…”
“I know, I know. I ‘went a little overboard’…” The boy rolled his eyes.
“You put me in hospital! But, I know it was an accident. C’mon, I know a way you can get blood without having to bite me.” Jess grabbed the boy’s arm and pulled him up the stairs.
Jess opened her door and walked in slowly. She scanned the floor to make sure she wasn’t going to stand on anything. The dark purple walls and black floor seemed like a good idea at the time, but it was too dark in the winter. She felt around the wall for the light switch, but then remembered who she was with. “Oh right, he’s here isn’t he?”
They two walked over to Jess’s bed. The boy sat down, and Jess searched under her bed for a knife. “Wh-what are you gonna d-do with that?” The boy shook in fear, his eyes wide and alert.
“This is how I…” She looked down at the blade, trying desperately to stop herself puking. She winced when the blade touched her arm. She slid it down her arm a little, so it just pierced her skin. The boy shook with excitement as he watched the blood crawl down his girlfriend’s arm.
“Ok,” said Jess, as she looked at the boy. No reply. “Alan! You can clean it up now!” Alan smiled, before licking the blood from Jess’s arm.
Jess stared out the window in maths, rubbing the marks on her arm. Her mind wandered back to that morning. Alan was licking away at the blood happily, but…
“Jessica!” the maths teacher was standing at her desk. “I asked you a question!”
Jess shook her head and looked at the board. “Uh, 23?” she finally replied.
The maths teacher looked at the board, and then back at Jess. “That’s the right answer, to the question on the board. I actually asked you why you hadn’t gone for lunch.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry sir. Bye.” Jess got up and walked out of the classroom. She looked up and down the corridor. Nobody was coming. She lifted her sleeve and looked at the marks. “They’re still there,” she said, before walking down the corridor to the cantine.
As she walked home from school, Jess noticed the shadow of somebody behind her. She looked back, but there was nobody there. She walked faster, but the other shadow continued to pursue her own. She looked back, but there was still no sign of somebody following her. She turned the corner onto her street and started running. When she got to her house she opened the door quickly ran in.
She closed the door and fell back on it, breathless. Her heart was beating at twice its normal speed, and her legs felt numb. She looked out the small window beside the door. “Getting dark,” she said to herself. She looked around nervously, checking every dark corner and every large shadow. “I know he’s awake. It’s only a matter of time before…”
Among the shadows, I wait for my prey. Among the shadows, I don’t live, I don’t even exist.
“Where is he?” demanded the doctor.
“H-he’s in his cell,” stuttered the guard. “Wh-why?”
The doctor pushed past the guard and headed down to the cell where his patient was held. Two guards stood at the metal door, armed with clubs and rifles. They let the doctor through, and he walked over to the second metal door. He looked through the bars, and saw his patient in the corner. He smiled and turned away, but then looked back to the man. “Shit!” he shouted, wide-eyed and scanning his surroundings frantically. He looked back through the bars. His patient was covered in blood. There was a pool of blood around him, and on the wall it said, “Free At Last.” The doctor looked behind him and yelled for help.
The two guards ran over with their rifles ready. The doctor’s body lay on the ground by the open metal door. “Hello,” said Psycho, sitting back in the corner. “The doctor and I were gonna have a tea party, would you like to join us?”
The guards lifted their rifles and aimed at Psycho’s head. “Come now. You really think that those will work…” Psycho stood up and vanished. The guards spun round to see Psycho with the two rifles. “On me?” Psycho threw the guns to the guards and laughed. He turned around and walked away from the guards, still laughing. “Free at last indeed.”
And when I leave the shadows, I have existence. But I don’t belong here.
“Before what?” Alan smiled, stroking Jess’s neck with his finger.
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