Charlie Smiley: A Narrative Fiction

“What are you waiting for Mrs. Ledgewood-Sealietta? It’s raining. I have umbrellas. You have your men. What more can you ask for?" Charlie said.

“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s going to hate me, but it doesn’t matter anyway because tonight’s my special night. The night in which I cease to exist. I tried to come up with an unconventional way to “end it,” but the ones I did come up with took way too much effort, such as sleep deprivation, which would take eleven days in total and would be totally noticeable because I’d start to hallucinate and crap like that. Before chasing down the last pill in the bottle with a bottle of questionable alcohol I found on top of the fridge, I raised my glass.

".....and here's the two boys who saved us all......" She was saying, and Charlie waves at the camera. I smile, but my arms too weak to even wave.

When he heard them, he sat up, snow dusting his brow. Ginny watched as his face twisted, trying to hold back a laugh, but the laugh came bursting out of his mouth, his whole face beginning to light up.

It replayed over and over in my head. The screams and shouts echoing. They grew louder and louder, shoving me into the back corner, behind the old red rain coat, never worn. The floor was cold as ice, the room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. My heart beat rapidly, louder and louder, as it beat out of my chest. What was I doing, why was I here? Let the noise stop, let them surrender.

“Was that a gunshot!?”, someone yelled out. We ran as the lighting bug-like objects came hurtling down towards us filling the streets with a cloud of gas that’s sole purpose was to bring tears to our face. Well-wasted for we already had tears on our face before the gas. The cold November air was no match to the warmth of my frightened body. Running and not looking back I thought in the back of my mind, This isn’t what it’s supposed to be like.

The torpid pounding of my heart could be felt from the base of my stomach. And, despite the fact that I’d made the conscious decision to temporarily cement my feet to the floor, I began to seriously reconsider my choice. Cumbersome footsteps, from heel to toe of the lunatic’s boots, began to slowly trudge towards me; and upon his second in my direction, the sound of his twirling pistol became most audible, and resonated throughout the club’s walls. I attempted to inhale silently; however, the fearful tremors of my chest made the task quite difficult. The once confident feeling that dwelled within me, and encouraged me to continue, then felt to have suffocated by the impending ramifications, at the expense of my buckling transgressions. However,

I heard about this game when I was in 8th grade. It was a very popular game but I

The crowd was roaring as the fight neared an end. Although, my attention had been averted towards a strange man. He was slowly advancing on me, with his hand up to his ear and shouting to who seemed like no-one. It was all too suspicious. As a bomb maker, I constantly feared being followed, it was then that I ran. In the rush of the crowd, the man tripped over himself and a gunshot followed. It was soon after that we were surrounded by chaos, and I was running for my life.

Closing her eyes, Charlie bit back a sob. “No, baby, I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” she swore, pressing her lips to the crown of his head.

"They couldn't have possibly moved Charlie, it's a snowman, they don't just come alive," I said laughing at his foolishness.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispered in my ear, my arms wrapped around him to hug him back when a sharp pain went up my arm. I hissed, and he pulled back.

“I I I don't have it i dont know what your talking about” said Derek nervously

I couldn’t breathe. The rough indents of a palm brushed across my chest, down my thighs, engulfing my body in a warm wave of fearful emotions. Frozen. Motionless. Not again. His lips, both of them, strangling my mouth for air. Senses were overpowering my thoughts and my brain was beginning to solidify. Concepts were forgotten and any strategic ideas removed from my mind. Liquid swept over my cheekbones and I thought it was blood until the salty taste of my own agony filled my mouth. I couldn’t cry… he would know how much he was hurting me… I couldn't give in. Nails were beginning to penetrate my clothes and skin… shaking me… roughly jolting my body against the bed. Air was inhaled through my body one last time before I gave in. No more pain…