A Short Story : A Story?

As she walked slowly on it now just occurred that at this rate, she would die. The blood loss was too much and even if she tried to go back, she wouldn’t have enough energy to jump back over the fence. She sighed and stared at the blood trail again… it was streaming down towards the lake. Eliza cocked her head sideways, and she slowly stepped forward… and then another step. Entranced, she began to quicken her pace, ignoring the throbbing in her wounded leg. And then, at the edge of the water, as if she couldn’t even control her body, her legs stiffened and she wobbled there for an uncomfortably long moment. Then, as if an invisible hand had slammed onto her back, she fell in. She tried to swim to the surface, but the cold, hard grip of the hand was still there, and she still couldn’t move. At first it felt almost comforting, the inability to control the fact that she would probably drown, after all… nobody would care. And then all of a sudden, as if on command, she was flung downward. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the piercing sting of the water smacking her eyes, and then, as if out of a dream, she could breath

I look over the edge and I can see his broken body below, beckoning me to follow. Stepping over the railing I feel my heart in my throat. I close my eyes and begin to lean forward preparing to fall, but before I’ve got a chance to let go a hand wraps itself around my wrist and pulls me back. My eyes snap open and I see a girl who must be around my age holding me back.

As Jenna stood there drenched in the oniony stench of the cafeteria's chili, all she could think about was how she was going to get revenge on Taylor Everly.

Todd and Aaron arrived at the hospital around the same time. They were sprinting past the cameras and media outlets who were bombarding them with questions. They didn’t care about any of their questions. All they cared about was their father who had been shot during a morning workout at the bus barn. When they reached the front desk, the nurse directed them to the private room they had for Ed in the back of the west hospital wing. When they finally reached the room Aaron pushed open the door that felt as if it weighed one hundred pounds. They entered the room and saw their mother sleeping in a chair near the corner of the room with bags under her eyes. Aaron and Todd peered inside and saw the end of a hospital bed. The rest of it was hidden behind a curtain.

She wasn’t sleeping in her bed. She wasn’t rolling in the bathtub. She wasn’t running in the wheel. She wasn’t hiding under the sawdust. She was gone. I panicked when I realized the fact that she’d escaped. But where? At that moment, I heard a soft rustling sound under the refrigerator. “No way.”, I thought. I found a flashlight and I lay down flat on the ground. At first, I couldn’t see anything. But a few minutes later, I finally found her. She was wandering around. She

“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.

I whinced as he brushed trough the tangles. I'm supposed to brush my hair but Master likes to do it so I let him.

“You’re in danger. There are things I need to tell you but can’t” he said.

There were days where she barely thought about what happened at that party. Days where she was just Bailey doing exactly what she had always done before that fateful night. Then there were days where sometimes the smallest discrete thing would happen that would bring flashes of it before her eyes. The way someone’s hand moved or the sound of a door locking. She truly wasn’t sure how others coped with such a thing. There had been written statements saying she dragged him off, that it was something she wanted. It had been said to her so many times now that sometimes she actually started to believe it, question herself.

She kept absolutely still as the footsteps behind her became louder. The heels of their shoes clicking against the cold hard stone floor. The footsteps stopped, but she could feel hot breath on her neck. They quickly grabbed both of her arms and twisted them behind her back. The girl whimpered in pain as cold tears rolled down her cheeks. "Is this fate?" She asked herself. But before she could even answer, a rag was put up to her face. The fumes seeped up her nose and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

I quickly unpacked the few things I had and laid them on the bed. I walked around the room, seeing if there was anything special about it. There wasn't much, but it was enough. The bottom trim was lined with cheap gold. The bathroom door was covered in hand-painted lilies. I walked over and admired the intricate designs. I opened the door and walked in. It was just a bathroom. Shower, toilet, sink. It was all there. Simple. Their entire house was. My house was a mess of old paintings and stains on the wall, reminding me of my childhood. On the back of my old room door was two hand prints. Exal and me. I realized I was staring into the simplicity and snapped back. Just as I was heading back into reality the door creaked open. "Hey." I looked over my shoulder expecting Exal. Her mom was standing there instead. "Um, hi." I knew she could hear the slight disappointment in my voice. " Listen, I know it's hard now, but it'll be okay eventually." I didn't know how to respond. "That's what you say, but it doesn't feel like it at all." I whispered it through hard breathing. It seemed as if we had an understanding, so we stood in silence for a few moments. "If you need to talk, about anything, let me know." Her words were soothing and I nodded as she left.

Wind brushed her hair softly as the smell of the sea gave a nice aroma in the air. The girl looked down angrily as her mom placed her bags in the soft sand. “Mom, you cannot seriously let me stay a month at the unknowns of the sea with these people! I don’t even know them!”, the girl cried, her voice a bit shaky from anger she kept inside. The mother shot a glance at her daughter after waving to the nice people who offered to take her daughter on a free trip to the beach, “You know Cassie”. The girl with red grape like hair looked back over at the other girl and her family, they were about four years apart in age difference and had hardly ever talked since bumping into each other at a school trip. “Mom, I don’t know her. I know her name but that’s it! C’mon let me go back home with you and dad!”, the troubled teenager pleaded as she reluctantly followed her mother towards the others.

Yuri stood outside the shop, watching his prey with an evil grin. He had waited long enough.

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his focus wasn’t on the road, and he failed to notice the red light. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white sedan heading toward him, but it was too late for him to react. The vehicle crashed into his door, the impact spinning the car around and slamming it into a light post. With no seatbelt to protect him, his body jerked forward, the force smashing his temple against the windshield. A bolt of pain exploded inside his head, and he slumped against the steering wheel, the loud blare of the horn following him into oblivion.

Knowing by the tone of his voice something was wrong, Andrew said, “I’m never too busy to talk. Bill, what is going on? You sound as though you are about to lose it.”