Margo: A Narrative Fiction

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

“What?” I asked not sure what had happened. Still, he said nothing. His only other reaction was the long side glance right after I had asked him what had happened.

“I don't know, not that I care either.” That was the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice.

“Thanks to Cain we need a new way down,” Austin said. Austin took Randy and Cain to the broken part of the roof.

“How? When? Why?” I found myself stuttering until I completely shut myself up. Clarisse sat there laughing at my attempt to talk.

How- I mean.. what are you doing here?” he said obviously caught off guard and stumbling over his words.

“What is that? Someone is trying to scare me,” he whispered, getting his bike he rode around the pathway to Ernest’s house.

The man laughed again, but this time whole-heartedly. “No, no you weren’t talking out loud, but you’re giving off some really shitty vibes right

The lights of the highway flickered as I jogged my way down the long narrow street into the dim lit alley. Mom told me to be back at eleven o'clock on the dot, I thought to myself as I checked my watch. It was a dark and chilly winter night. There wasn't much of nothing going on nobody outside just every now, and then a dog would let out a loud and frightening bark. It was starting to get cold as my clock hit 10:30 pm, as I enter the last ally from my house a white van drove past me going real slow. I thought nothing of it as the van speed passed me. I was out of the alley and stopped to take a breath, when smack! Shocking pain and ache flew through my body like a wildfire.

Several nights and days passed, with each night becoming easier than the last. On the seventh day of our tour, we were officially at the halfway point. That same night, we rolled out our sleeping mats and set up our bug nets as normal, but something felt different. I considered myself to be pretty in tune with my surroundings, and I had a pit in my gut that told me something was not quite right. The day had been strange. Normally, the tour guides were bubbly and chatty, excited to explain all the Amazon has to offer. However, this day neither of them had spoken a word. They were possessed with silence. After setting up my sleeping area, I pushed this strange thought to the back of my mind, but it somehow kept reappearing to the forefront of my

From the moment Mauricio woke up he was flustered. Too many days had gone by since he last saw her. With no job to distract him today, he sat on the couch propping his head. Peering his vision through the hardwood floor, observing a marble he was rolling between his feet and toes. Distracting his vision, left to right, right to left, left to right, right to left. Making every possible attempt to forget his heartache.

Walking slowly up to the small four story building, I glanced quickly over my shoulder as something blurry caught my attention. I clutched my purse turning around to investigate, there he was. Across the street, blankly staring at me. He knows where I live. He’s going to kill me. I stepped a few paces backwards, reaching for the protection of the gate behind me. But as quickly of a blink of an eye, he was gone. My breath hitched. He was just there. He couldn’t have just apparat into the sky. Could he? No, I shake my head assertively, laughing nervously as I enter the security of the apartment. It was probably someone else, who resembled him. That’s what makes the most sense. What if it was him? The thought lingered until I reached the third

“Shut up!” The person whispered, tired but obviously angry. You stared wide-eyed at Michael and he chuckled, but moved away from you and rested the back of his head against his seat.

“Stupid. Why are you joking around?” She said it in a flat tone, but the crack in her smile didn't leave unnoticed.

He hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, but then probably thought better of it, and merely shook his head.