A Short Story : A Story?

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

I don’t know what to do. I woke up this morning and they were gone. I don’t know where they are. I need to find someone. I hope there’s someone out there, somewhere...

Tell me, why are you here at my apartment again?” Lev asked as he cooked his uninvited guest something to eat. The food’s aroma quickly spreads through the small apartment his father had left him behind. It was a well-kept room – a narrow bed, a small table at the center, and some games piled up neatly in drawers. Leading outside is a small balcony with a mediocre view befitting the second floor of a 2 story building.

The sky was dark and threatening rain as I pulled up to Moore Family Funeral Home. I had passed by the old white building many times, but I never thought I’d be attending a funeral here. And I never thought it would be one for my best friend.

It was a perfect day to be outside. No breeze to blow clouds in front of the sun that was making my brother and I faces bead with sweat as we hopped out of his SUV. The drive through the gravel backroads was harsh. We were bouncing everywhere because he needed to replace his shocks on his red 4 runner.

I followed Michael into the first room we saw in the upstairs hallway. As we walked closer, a threatening sight came into view. Gabby, looking more distressed and panicked than I had ever seen someone before, was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back and a gag wrapped around her mouth. Once I looked at her close enough, I could tell that she was trying to speak through the cloth. She then looked at Michael, her eyes begging for him to help.

Now Jungkook had seen many interesting and strange things in his life. Skinny dippers, seaweed enthusiasts, people attempting to hold octopi, etc. However, catching someone in his fishing net was not something that had ever happened before. He stood there on the old dock, gaping at the captured boy.

Joseph can't remember the last time he did this ,but with Sebastian up on his feet again. He just had to. He opened a draw that smelled of blood. At the bottom was a razor blade with dried blood on it. Joseph removed his glove showing two others scars on his hand. He shuts his eyes but digs it into his pale skin with the razor saying slight curses to himself. “This is what you get for being useless, and the crush you have on Sebastian.” Small tears can't help but fall down his pale cheeks. Then he heard the silent ring of his phone from another room. Joseph quickly washed off the blood and put his glove back on twice as fast. He sighed a little seeing Sebastian's number. “Hello Seb.” He said trying to sound cheerful.

There once was a beautiful baby that lived with her parents who had just enough money to pay the lease and feed the family. One day, a man named Cole snuck into their home and stole the majority of their family's cash and assets. He then strolled into the girl's room and saw her resting in her bed and grabbed her. He held his hand over Victoria's mouth and escaped the house inconspicuous. Once they reached the grounds, he saw her name on the pajamas her mother had sewn for her. It spelled "Victoria”. They got into the man's car and headed out to his home at 1307 Gallard Street. A woman was sitting tight for him in the lounge. "Hello girl, did you get the-what the?" She said as she walked to see a sack of things and a little girl. "Look I'm sorry, but you said you wanted a child and well, voila." Cole tried to account for himself without burrowing his grave while doing it. Cole’s wife Emma was stunned, unable talk or think of anything really. Emma was unable to have children, however; she took Victoria out of Cole's hands and took a good look at her. She saw the child's pajamas, "Victoria? Well, it sounds pretty." "I believe that is her name." Cole clarified putting his arm around Emma. She gazed toward Cole and let him know, "We can at long last be a family, however, we have to go. They will search for her in the morning." "I already planned ahead hun, we simply need to pack up. The car is prepared whenever you're ready to go." That morning they went out bringing

For Jeongguk, the crash came before even exchanging words. The lithe frame and raging hair as red as poppies leaving his buzzed senses clipped. Burned to the very bottom of the wick while dazedly staring. Bubbly giggles and too much cotton candy leaving the tongue sugary sweet and pillowy plush catches his attention.

Her feet crunched on twigs and dried leaves. It was almost autumn. The winds were getting colder. She could tell by the harsh cold grazing her cheeks. Pristine wove in and out of Silva’s legs, curling her tail around her ankles. Silva brought along Pristine for protection incase whatever was out there in the world would harm her. She felt the need to be a little more precautious. She was after all venturing into the world, without any idea what was going to happen. Now that she thought about it, doubt clouded her mind. Should I have done this? Should I have left grandmother all alone? She must be worrying. Now, I am worrying. Would grandmother be alright by herself? She will be fine,, and you will be too. Now get a move on and hurry, the sun has almost risen. Silva sped up her pace, and tripped over a tree root. She let out a squeal, her arms spreading out to catch her when she fell, but before she could, a hand grabbed her arm pulling her up.

“I’m sorry about your mother. Do they know what happened?” Margaret asked as Andrew sat down on the sofa.

After a few days I was released from the hospital and I was going back to school tomorrow. I couldn't believe mom broke up with Butch I mean it didn't bother me weather they were together or not but it was her choice. The boys took turns on who came to come visit me Monday it was Victor Tuesday it was Patrick Wednesday it was Belch. Mom was on the phone in the Kitchen when there was a knock on the door I called "I got it!" I walked to the front door and answered it to reveal Henry. I smiled at him and said "Hey." He tried to hide it but I saw him grin I moved aside and asked "Coming in?" he stepped in the house and I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two sodas and walked back into the living room handed Henry his drink and laid across the couch getting comfortable and I looked to him and asked "What's brought you here Mr Bowers?" He rolled his eyes and said "Coming to check on you brat." I nodded and he asked "You sure you're ready to come back tomorrow?" I giggled and nodded my head "Yeah I'm sure plus I'll have you four boys there if I need anything." Henry nodded "Yeah that's true." I noticed that he was more worried about me coming back than I was. I grabbed his hand and got up and said "Let's go watch a movie and relax a little. He nodded and we went to my room and he sat on my bed as I picked up a random movie and put it in. I walked over and laid down on the bed laying my head down in Henry's lap. He looked down at me with a smile on his face and I looked up at him

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?”

Tears pour out as I sob uncontrollably. I walk around with grief and regret. I drag my feet along the chilly floor wandering around the house as if I was lost. I hold onto my pounding heart as tears fall from my eyes nonstop. I grasp the knob that leads to an empty room. I stare at the dull pink walls surrounding the room that used to be filled with joy and happiness, but it’s now a quiet place filled with dread. The whole house was filled with despair. I completely zone out and stumble upon a rock solid bed. Curling up I buried my tear stained face into a soft and fluffy pillow. Slowly my body starts to fall into a deep sleep. That night I did not have a breathtaking dream, but instead a memory. A memory that would forever leave a profound bruise on my soul.