A Short Story : A Story?

As sick as it was Gabby needed a drink, and she hated herself for it. Pulling her knees up Gabby rested her head against them and wrapped her hands around her ears as if to block out the world. It felt as if she were being sucked down the rabbit hole, her world spiraling out of control. And the only anchor she had was dying next to her, and she was the one that killed him. "fuck." she sobbed softly tried to block out all the other people arriving. She wanted to crawl into her own skin and disappear, but she couldn't do that. At least not until she knew Hunter would be

“You stupid bitch,” she said as she stood in front of the grave stone crying, her voice cracking, “Why didn’t you listen to me?” Anna felt like her heart had shattered. She should have stopped her, she shouldn’t have let her put that needle in her arm; she was supposed to be watching Melody. She fell to her knees and remembered the funeral.

Albert parked the car in a parking spot, then quickly swivelled to his companion. “Go get him out of there.” Laura agreed nervously, shooting her hand through her black hair and down the back of her neck. She shut the door softly and stared at the roadhouse on the other side of the street. Her face glowed from the neon lights at Rick’s dance bar. There was the sound of laughter when she opened the outside door a couple of minutes later and when she opened it again later on. A man was next to her in the lighted doorway. Two pairs of footsteps came along a gravel pathway then, and over to the parking lot.

“Celia please come to the Entry Room as soon as possible” That was her cue to go and meet the person who she would be living with. As she started there she continued to get more and more nervous. What she had really wanted to ask this girl was all about what the outside was like and more importantly, what she had done to get into here. Was she like her and couldn 't remember? Even though she had known that she would have to ask the basic questions first and if they would even talk that much after they first met anyway.

Alessa woke up in a panic. Sweat was dripping from her face and her breathing was rapid. She looked down at her hands which were clenched onto the sheets on either side of her. She looked back up through her bedroom window which stretched from floor to ceiling. Outside the moonlight brightened the jagged peaks of the snowy mountains which overlooked the city of Athens. The snow that was falling made shadows on the floor and walls of her bedroom. Wind blew through the crack in the window and the drapes that hung from the top of her bed fluttered around her. Alessa inhaled deeply and then exhaled while taking in her surroundings. Her fingers unclenched from her sheets and her heart rate had slowly steadied. She intended to keep her mind blank,

The cynical tension in the bedroom froze Roselyn as her entire body felt as though it was experiencing extreme pain. The urge to cut herself had seemed to grow stronger as the loud screaming and glass shattering reached her ears and had managed to snatch her sleep an hour ago. Her parents’ constant arguing and fighting triggered her mind with the demon of suicidal thoughts. Quickly strutting through the hallway, she sneaked out of the house and walked through the silent streets and headed towards the park, letting herself drown in the sea of grief. “Hey! What happened to you? Are you trying to kill yourself or what?” She locked her sight over the angular jaw and the pointed chin of the person’s face that suited his squinted hazel eyes. His fine hair, coloured in a natural black was placed back into a precise quiff further accentuating his stubble on his

Two shelves of old stuffed animals sitting and watching from above the windows. A closet full of the clothes that make her blend into the crowd like a ghost. The clothes that made her known as that girl who busted the party. A trip to the past every second, she sits in her bed drifting back into the past each night just to remind her that a new beginning is here, and nothing else will take her down. This room was her for the hardest parts of her life. The place where everything was fought from the aftermath of the rape, to the pain of losing her friends, and the feeling that no one was ever going to understand. The same pillow used to cover her head on nights with overbearing yelling from her parents, or thoughts pounding her head. This was a room of remembrance of everything she made it through, and the courage she built up during it.

All I had to do, grab the girl and run. As I approached the off-white door to her apartment, exactly the same as every other in the seemingly mirrored halls, I observed my surroundings. The dim lights evenly spaced on the tattered white ceiling, the pale green walls with chips of paint forming near the trims, the grayish floor was the only clean part, so much so I see the outline of my reflection under my feet. We were almost to the door when my mind began to race, I kept replaying what I thought would happen over and over again. But my expectation proved to be far from reality.

Lindsay threw herself on the sofa, tired at the end of another day. Digging the remote out from down the side of the cushion along with half a bar of milk chocolate, she went into sloth mode. Coiling up in a ball she chose some American glamour channel where perfect people of indeterminate age lived in a dream-like existence. In essence, Lindsay believed she was a smart girl; but she also appreciated the therapeutic, escapist nature of mindless crap.

“I assume you’re looking for Elise? She’s downstairs getting some snacks with Jenny, they should be back any second now.” Mer was waiting for an “okay” or perhaps a slight nod, but all she got was a blank stare. She was unable to read his face, unable to detect an emotion. “Are you okay, sir?” she asked for the second time. Again, no response. Silence filled the room, she was in an awkward situation, and it seemed to be no way out. Then, out of nowhere, a breeze rushed past her. Meredith was sure she closed the window, why was it wide open? Turning her body and reaching for the window, she caught a glimpse of Mr. Rodriguez continuous blank stare. She pushed the window back down, yet it wouldn’t seem to budge.

Yet another day in the life of Alice Dame, a nobody. I sat up, my fuzzy black comforter falling down to my lap as I put my head in my hands and groaned not wanting to face the day. When the alarm rang for the second time, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I groaned yet again, shedding inward tears about the thought of leaving the warm

Madeline stared out of the window of the jet as Egypt disappeared beneath the clouds. It had definitely been a trip to remember, that was for sure. She almost didn’t want to go home. If they stayed in Egypt, she could pretend a little while longer that she and Gabe could have a life together.

Margaret woke up to her mother yelling, “Maggie! Get up!” It was her mom’s wedding day, and she was the maid of honor. “I’m up!” she yelled. This day would be so much better if she liked the groom. He wasn't a bad guy, he just had a creepy vibe. But what did Maggie know? Val made her mom happy so she would do as she said. At least she wouldn't have to see Val for 2 hours, that's when the wedding started and he couldn't see her before, bad luck and all that. The only real bad luck was Val and his creepy shadow. For some reason his shadow would melt into black monsters, but no one seemed to notice except her. As she got ready, she thought about the year ahead. Val would move in, she would go into her senior year of high school and then she would go to college. Hopefully somewhere far away. It's not that she didn't love her family, she did, it's just that Val was soon going to be a part of that family. If only she could just take her mom, brother, and dog somewhere else, without him. Her Mom’s wedding was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Her mom picked out a dress for her, the ceremony went all to plan, and Val's shadow seemed to stay normal for the night. After the wedding, she spent the night at her friend Jill’s house. Maggie told Jill about how creepy Val was. After that, the night continued on as normal. The next day Maggie went to work at the animal shelter. Her shift ended at 4 but she stayed an extra hour and walked home as slow as possible, anything

The wind swept across the barren land not a single plant was in sight. Lifeless cracked ground stretched as far as the eye could see in every direction. In the horizon a figure stumbled through the cracked earth. His armor covered in dust despite this it was obviously the armor of someone who was either belonged to a powerful family or clan or was a powerful adventurerer. It was pure black with a silver emblem of a hawk with red wings on the chest made of hardened leather for flexibility in combat.

The room smelt of sick and death. It clung to all in the room like a living demon, mocking the grievers. Heavy dark curtains were drawn shut blocking out the summer’s day behind them and only a few scattered candles were lit. The room felt smaller than it was in the dark and the large furniture only added to the tightness. The air was stuffy for all the occupiers though no one made a comment. On the couch nearest the door sat three young girls. Dressed in fine clothes and perfect posture they remained silent, eyes focused on the bed. The only noise in the room was the clanging of bottles in the corners where the old healer was putting away his possessions. He glanced once more behind him at the bed before leaving the room, heart heavy with failure.