A Short Story : A Story?

“I want to live.” She said. She lifted her feet off the small coffee table and set them gently on the floor as she continued to look through me, too interested on the inner workings of her own mind.

I stood up from the cold wooden floor and ran to the first door that came in sight I quickly took a look around of the room to decide where the best place would be to hide I decided to hide in the cupboard I stood in the cupboard. The sound only sound you can hear was my heart racing my emotion were heighten I was frightened of my own mother! The woman who had raised me who had taught me right from wrong was trying to kill me.

“ Hi mommy can you pick Lucas and I up at Trl right now ?” I said so innocently like I haven't done anything wrong. There was a couple of seconds where i could tell that she was comprehending what I just said.

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.

“Are you adopted?” I just looked at her because I didn’t know what that was so I responded,

My first mistake of leaving the secluded, locked cell and reentering the world is what I have both longed for and desperately avoided: looking up. I am immediately blinded by the flashes of the cameras and stunned for a few seconds. As I preoccupy myself with thoughts, drowning out the sounds of laughter, cries, and pleas, I find that I am in a new location sitting down in what seems to be a car seat. The noise fades and finally I am able to relax, shutting my eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly in a shaky breath. Slowly opening my eyes, I welcome the sight of my disarrayed agent and mother. My mother is quick to embrace me as she sobs on my shoulder, my agent quietly sitting in the corner, not wanting to ruin our reunion in what seems like decades. She soon deserts this warm, welcoming clutch to demand, “Tell me the truth.”

“Whoa, wait a minute, is this where your mom works?” I said, taking a step back out of

“Hello Branden, your mother has talked a lot about you.” Awkwardness flooded over me, but neither him nor my mom seemed to notice I was silent while they talked, trying to decipher what

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

"Maybelline, go to your room please." My mother calmly said. She was as shocked as I was but was surprisingly good at hiding it.

My head was killing me as it throbbed from the intenseness of the situation. We were standing on the other part of the highway; wanting nothing more than to sit down. My dad was yelling, “Get out of the middle of the road!” He wasn’t mad, but was afraid passing cars wouldn’t see us with the little moonlight that was laying down on the earth. I followed Karolana as we crossed the yellow lines in the middle of the road. We sat down on the shoulder of the road, beside the two cars. Gasoline filled my nose as I was sitting in a minuscule pool of it. I wasn’t thinking about how anyone else felt at this time. I was consumed with my sobs and the sounds of apologies coming from the other

I got out of the shower and my phone was ringing. I didn’t want to answer it because it I had to dry my hair. When I was done I called back whoever was calling me and it turns out it was my mom. ”Hello” I answered

I was a little bit surprised that she would ask that because my parents were usually very quiet in the mornings.

I ran to his body then I scanned the room and saw my mom behind the couch. There were marks on her neck, she was choked to death Joe. I don’t know who did it, but I couldn’t stay in the house it was horrid. That’s why I came to you cause I don't know who else I would trust with this,” Jackie choked back her tears.

I was asked how I was yesterday. I didn’t know how to answer the question. I stuck with the usual good-but-it’s-been-crazy answer.