Gianna's Death: A Narrative Fiction

She pulls her scarlet coat closer wintry wind pushes by. Her delicate features scrunch up in discomfort as the bitter air pricks skin. Maria squints her radiant, jade eyes at the multitudinous papers posted on the wall and sees the multiple reports of missing people. As she warily strolls further down, she notices a large chalkboard covered with an innumerable amount of names. There is space beside the name Alma, and Maria furrows her eyebrows in confusion while searching for a writing tool. Her fingers desperately dig into the snow and uncover a small piece of white chalk. She scribbles her name down, and as she turns around her eyes find a doll that looks identical to her resting within the shop. Her emerald-colored eyes widen like saucers as she inspects the doll. The urge to go to the doll burns bright inside her, as if she is a moth to the flame. She looks at the oddly shaped door, her stomach churning in suspicion. The door is jammed and she gives it one final push with her shoulder, turning around in disappointment. The door opens to reveal her look alike, within her reach! Maria darts towards the doll, but not before nearly tripping over a moving object. Her breathing grows ragged as the doll heads over to the door, its entryway shutting. Her eyes slowly move back to the center table, where the doll no longer stands. Maria's green orbs finally rest on the doll. While debating whether

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

I had no idea what to think. Plane crashes only happened in TV shows where the characters landed more or less safely on some sort of magical, deserted island. This shocked my simple, easy-going 9-year-old world and was quite frightening for me. I thought that this would just be a strange anomaly, but it was not. A year later, I lost another friend, a boy who could have gone on to be the next Messi, died unexpectedly to a malicious cancer. Two years after that, another childhood friend to a swimming accident. All of these were accidents, horrible tragedies that occurred to young kids just as healthy and normal as I was. Nothing about these boys gave any hint to their tragedies that would cut their lives short, yet in almost the blink of an eye, their lives were. This made the idea of death very real to me. Before them, the only death’s I had really known were that of my great-grandparents. However, in this case, my great-grandparents’ deaths were expected, while those three boys’ were not. While death had become more of a reality to me, it still did not come across as something that could really affect me, but more of just a fear hidden somewhere in the back of my head. Come my 8th grade year in middle school, however, all of this would

THE ORNATE SCRIPT ON THE BOARD TWISTED in the candlelight, making the letters and numbers dance in my head. They were jumbled and indistinct, like alphabet soup. When Claire pushed the heart-shaped piece into my hand, I startled. I wasn’t normally so twitchy, and hoped Rachel wouldn’t notice. The Ouija board was her favorite present that night, and Claire gave it to her. I got her a bracelet. She wasn’t wearing it. Kneeling on the carpet, I passed the piece to Rachel. Claire shook her head, oozing disdain. Rachel put down the piece. “It’s just a game, Bell.” She smiled, her teeth looking even whiter in the dim light. Rachel and I had been best friends since preschool, and where she was dark and wild, I was pale and cautious. But less so when

That’s funny, she thought, I could’ve sworn I had drowned. So, she got up and went into the water. Maria swam to the center of it and went down to the bottom. There lied a hole, pitch black, which she peered into. There were bones, small, human ones. About 4 bodies was the makeup of them all. She looked further, and saw a frail body, not yet a skeleton, lying in the pile of bones. It was her! Her corpse sank down into this hole after she drowned! If my corpse is there, but I am here, how could this be? she thought. Maria then heard a whisper that had an eerie, creepy ring to it just like her mother’s. It sang, “María, María, ¿cómo podría olvidarlo? Estuviste dentro de ese día, enfermo y durmiendo en la cama. María, María, mi dulce amor, ¿pensaste que te dejaría ir? ¿Dónde pensabas que iban estos niños? Abajo el agujero del negro y la muerte. Ahora, todos felices vagan mientras estoy atascado buscando por sus almas. La eternidad nunca terminará, pero tal vez lo haga si te doy la vuelta.” She turned around and saw her mother, a skeleton in a dress. After that, Maria saw no more…for

Marilyn thought that she died. Even if not yet, anyway she would die soon: two days without water, in the dark and cold, on concrete floor. Though, she didn’t already feel the thirst, or damp cold, and she didn’t cry anymore. When she heard some noises upstairs, and then shuffling of the feet on the stairs, she raised herself from floor with a timid hope. Accustomed to total darkness, she saw a strip of pale light under the locked door. When the padlock rattled, she stepped closer and stood by the side of the door trying to make out who was it. With her heart wildly beating, she felt terror mixed with a faint hope - was it her fairy rescuer, or cruel tormentor, that came to do away with her.

I get to school, still taken aback from the events earlier, and I become more and more apprehensive as the day goes on. The fact that I didn’t get a text from my mom during school, telling me anything about an update on Annie’s situation, worried me, because that meant Annie was either still at the vet or something was really wrong. My brother drove us home from school, oblivious to the fact that Annie had a seizure that morning. The moment I walk in the door to the house and set my stuff down, I see my dad standing in the doorway of the kitchen, with his arms out. I walk towards him, and my mom is there too, and

She tried to convince herself by saying "it was just a dream," but she knew it was real. She was still trying to catch her breath after a couple minutes. She got out of bed and decided to go get some water from the fridge. Her walking was a bit unstable, and Margo was unsure if it was because she just woke up, or if she just had the scariest dream of her life. Margo arrived at the kitchen, still recovering. She got a cup and walked to the fridge. As she approached the fridge, Margo saw something unusual. Before her eyes, Margo saw a hand sticking out of the fridge at the top. Margo's heart started to race. Her breathing became heavy. Her hands started shaking. What was she going to do, a ten year old girl that has already experienced things far more strange than other ten year old girls. She opened the fridge. Inside she saw the most gruesome thing that had ever beholded her eyes. She saw her dead sister, eyes staring blankly, mouth hung open. Frozen blood was down her neck and on to her chest. Margo was speechless. She stared at what was shown before her own ten year old eyes. She broke down, knees on the floor, and bawled. Margo didn't know what to think, but she knew this was what that spirit, that person, or whatever it was, meant by "Death is near." Margo continued crying for 10 straight, long, hard, minutes. The basement door creaked open. Margo peeked her head up. Margo saw something more creepy,

I woke up on a beautiful summer morning in late October of freshman year. I stretched my arms, rubbed my eyes, and looked at my phone like I always do before I lazily get out of bed and prepare for school. I noticed I had received several text messages from friends whom I had not spoken to in ages. As I started to read them, one after another, they all said the same thing, “sorry for your loss”. I started to worry, I texted back to a couple of friends wondering what had happened. It was then when I received the news that Tommy Quinn, one of my best friends, had taken his own life.

She couldn’t comprehend anything while her body came in contact with the cold marble. He was real. She opened her eyes and saw Ryan standing in the corner. He was looking at her with no emotion in his eyes and a smile creeping on his face. How could the doctor say this was all her imagination? How could he just be an illusion? Using all of the strength she had left, she opened her eyes again. Her father had returned home, his eyes filled with tears as he locked his sight over his daughter’s bloody wrists, he held her and hurriedly called for an ambulance. She could hear the sirens from the ambulance that was coming to her house, for her. Paramedics rushed her into the ambulance while her teary eyes searched in the secluded area where she last saw him but he wasn’t there. She could hear the sirens as it moved and made its way through the empty roads. But there was no use now, it was too late to finally understand that he wasn’t her saviour, he was her inner

I remember hearing that and just standing there in silence. When I finally had the breath to say something, I whispered, “You’re messing with me, I know that it is not true.”

“NOOOOO!!” Yells Mia. She thinks to her self- It can’t be real! My best friend can’t be dead! My father wouldn’t kidnap me! But Cheyna is dead. I’m trapped with my father behind the mask. Mia is crying. She wishes her dad would leave her alone. Why is he doing thing? Mia thinks to herself. Why would he do this to me? Why would he kill Cheyna? Poor Cheyna. My best friend is dead, Shawn’s party is going on. I’m trapped and covered in blood. I can taste blood. I smell rotting flesh along with the smell of cat urine. The smell makes Mia puke. Anger overwhelms Mia. She rips the duct tape and starts out of the room. She walks three feet forward and falls into a deep hole filled with mud, worms, and teenage girls! Mia covers her mouth trying not to

Then they heard stepping down the stairs. Jade was carrying a huge gray bag. “What’s that?” Serein asked. “You’ll see” She skipped to the middle of the floor. “Does anyone have lighter?” She said while pulling out big tan candles. Luke rolled his eyes. “yeah” He lit it the candles. Then she pulled out the old brown, raggedy, board covered in numbers and symbols. Luke smiled. Everyone else was confused. “Is that the classic Ouija Board?” Jade smiled. “One and Only”. Then while she was setting everything up. Serein,June and Chelsey were very, very confused. “Okay can somebody please explain to me what ‘Ouija Board’ Is?” Luke smiled. “Its a way to communicate to the dead”. Serein didn’t say anything. June laughed a little. “I bet it doesn’t even work” Jade shook her head. “It does but first we need to read the rules” As the group went over the rules. A cold breeze

Emily was very nervous and didn't know what to say. Emily approached the and said “Hello” to the mysterious figure. “Oh gosh your can see me.” Of course we can. “I’m a ghost.” My wife Mrs.Griswold and I got into a car accident and she thought it was her fault but it wasn't and every day she is depressed and wants to commit suicide. If I don’t see her she will always be grumpy and probably kill herself. But the thing is she can’t see me because she has no love in her heart. You and your dog have love in your hearts and care about everything. “ With a lot of love in your heart, you have a lot of power to do things, but with no love you can't find your inner self.” Will Emily be able to save Mrs, Griswold from killing herself? Read this book to find

In my case today I got lost in this weird idea that I deserve to die because anyone else in this situation today would actually be doing things but here I am being a dope fuck me I want a bullet between my brain. It’s stupid, but I know so many other people who have gone through similar shit. It’s so strange that the human mind loves to latch on to these temporary things like a bad grade, getting fired, or whatever shitty temporary thing might happen and make it seem as if it’s going to be this way for the next however many years, but you know what it does… and it sucks.