Short Story : ' Freak '

I reach over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock, for what feels like the 100th time tonight, however I’m completely awake now and realize it wasn’t the alarm, it’s my phone. My heart is pounding so hard, because I know it must an emergency, for someone to call me this late. I dialed the number back with my hands trembling, finally I hear this little muffled voice that I didn’t recognize at first then I realize its Jamie. She said, “Please come and get me, I need help” I asked her where she was but she couldn’t even tell me, then the phone went silent.

I crippled down into a pit of confusion and sadness. Although this happened often, it always seemed to hit home hard as the months progressed. I arrived home and tossed myself into the soft comfort of my bed. Curled up into a ball, I tightened and released my grip on my white covers repeatedly, my body slowly dozing in and out of slumber as I watched small ripples in the outdoor pool shine upon my bedroom wall, the moonlight brightening it. Slowly the whispers began developing, and I allowed them. I needed to listen, they crowded my mind and maybe they were all right. So, there I sat in the silence. Jabbled words filled the room, they seemed to be everywhere. Woman, children, and men. I tensed at the words, trying to make out what they were telling me. In the background faint noises played, either from past songs the band and I had developed or ones that just kept coming. Threats or sarcastic remarks, occasional words remembered from my parents or enemies. They kept coming, intensifying by the second, getting louder and louder, until the point where... I snapped. I sat up and screamed into the darkness, pulling at my hair and kicking my feet, as if I were having some kind of a toddler tantrum. My breath quickened and my nose wrinkled, like how it always did when I got worked up. Slowly, and then all at once they stopped. My mind gathered in the silence, and I slammed back down into the pillow, turning my head into it, screaming once more until

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

I woke up again, screaming and crying. My heart aching and my body shaking. I did not know what else to do. When was this mental distress going to stop? Two months have passed since I discovered who Theodore Adams was: a dead man tormenting his psychotic father through innocent women. I being one of his victims. I shake the thought out of my head and, while my heart was still racing and my hands trembling, I decided to call my closest friend. She might not be able to help me get rid of my anguish, but at least she will listen and comfort me for a while. I dial her number in my phone and wait for her to respond.

     This isn’t happening. Things like this don’t happen to people like me. I sit on a log and look up at the canopy of trees hovering over me. I glance around, seeing only other confused faces glance at me. It’s quiet. The loudest quiet I’ve ever heard. My head floods with thought and I close my eyes, pushing back frantic images. I inhale my surroundings, trying desperately to make sense of the silent riot occurring all around me.

My heart started pounding, and I couldn’t hear anything other than it going boom, buh-boom, buh-boom. Suddenly, a taller, older looking women came over to the crowd of people, her mouth moved and she looked at me expectantly, as did the rest of the crowd. Oh no, I thought, Did she just ask me something? I obviously couldn’t embarrassingly admit that I didn’t hear her, so I did the only thing I knew to do in that situation: nod my head and hope that that satisfied the crowd. It seemed to work, and suddenly they were pulling me to a giant rug in the corner of the room. My heart rate slowed and my hearing began to come back to me as everyone took a seat on the rug.

I finally caught up with Nadie and as we walked back, I thought about the random guys that just showed up and wanted something from us. I don’t know that much information about what is happening, but I am fine and don’t want to trouble myself with a bunch of unnecessary worries. Nadie says that it is just a silly excuse, and I’m pretty sure she’s right, but it doesn’t mean I can’t believe it. All of the sudden we heard a big crash and we ran back down to the creek and under the little dip in the hill. Nadie is a dare devil so she scooted over making herself completely obvious to whoever or whatever made that noise. I rolled my eyes at her. What kind of idiot would walk straight into the face of danger? And she calls me crazy! To be fair, it sounds like Nadie, but still!! She looked over and crawled right back over to where I was. I gave her my you did something stupid look, and we curved back around and into the lovely and the confusing grove of trees.

The next morning waking up, I turned to my left and saw that my wife was not there. After waking up, I was going to wake up my kids, but they were not in their rooms. When I was going downstairs, I smelled fresh pancakes and heard birds singing. “Good morning everyone,” I said with a big smile because everyone who I was looking for were already downstairs getting ready to eat breakfast. “Good morning sweet heart, how did you sleep?” Anna said, “Oh, I slept good,” I said and I asked her the same question. “Who is ready for a little camping vacation?” I asked the kids. Max and Maria both said “MEEEE!” After we ate breakfast, we got our belongings and started heading toward Lake Keowee. It was such a bright, beautiful morning. Everything was going so great until my truck suddenly broke down. This was strange to me because I never had problems

I heard the two bright headlights turn on and the old rickety car engine start. As i bounced on the couch and watched them leave from the front window I had the house to myself. Of course as a teenager I was gonna invite a friend over so I invited my best friend. She came over around nine thirty. We sat around the fireplace and watched some cartoons as we munched on salty popcorn. The both of us sat on our phones and snapchatted other people. *clink* “Did you hear that?” said Bella. “Hear what?” I said nervously. She looked around and closed the curtains until you couldn’t see in. She said in a low voice, “that clink?” I was confused. What was she talking about? “I didn’t hear anything. Did you hear something?” I said curious. “Um yes. How did you not hear that.” Bella said frightenedly. “It’s fine. It’s probably the dog or the wind or something.” i said as I scrolled through instagram posts. “Don’t just lay that off like it was nothing Mia, I know you heard it too.” she said angrily. She was right, I did hear it and I was deathly afraid of what it was, but I was praying it was the dog. “No I didn’t. I heard absolutely nothing.” I said right before the

The day was quiet, like it usually was. A melancholy day where all colors just seem to blind itself. To see space the way it was it; it was surreal. Time dilation, the world walked just a bit slower than me. Well, I was always like. Hmm you have that feeling like you are sitting in the waiting room? Yeah it like that, but with my whole life. To be honest, it seem to be a blur, rushing blushing, flashing in my mind; one idea bounces to the next and goes to another. That would be all fine and dandy if my mind didn’t wander off into a place of disappearing. I don’t fear death, I fear myself. Well before I get into I might as well tell you how I got into this interesting state. I was born in Virginia, But I moved to South Dakota when I was relatively very young. I have no brothers, no sisters neither. I learned early on that my life was fated to be alone from the very beginning. I was apart of a twin but my identical twin sister, was announced stillborn few minutes after I was born. I still have thoughts up to this day of what could she be, eh I know that unhealthy, but hey its natural,. But soon after that my mom a beautiful, enchanting women with crystal blue eyes, and golden blonde hair ran away with another man, she was young and had her whole life ahead of her, about the age of 26, and had no ring chain to hold her down. I don’t blame her the man she ran off with was more handsome, richer, and actually loved her. My father on the other hand was a repulsive drunk that, would

It was midnight. The Moon was alive within the starry skies above like a king upon his throne, illuminating the lands below with a touch of grace. I was alone, though. Dreading through solitude within the confines of my apartment like a prisoner in his dimly lit cell. My mind ran rampant with lonesome thoughts of depression and despair. Each nightly visit became longer, and more rigorous, further entrenching its sorrow in my heart. I sighed coldly as I felt the faint tremor of my phone's vibration travel through my pocket. It was an unknown friend request from a girl who I had never even spoken to. "Addilyn Bell…Pretty name." I thought to myself as I hesitated to accept this mysterious stranger. "No harm, I suppose." I thought as I clicked accept.

My skin went hot and red. I just wanted to go back home. I sat in my seat and listened as the teacher talked, trying hard not to make any eye contact, then it happened, the bell rang it was lunchtime, the other worst possible thing that could happen, I didn’t know where to sit, I hadn’t made any friends. I went to the cafe and let my eyes gaze over the people that were there. Then I heard, “Jeff, over here,” the thing that I was least expecting, happened, I got invited to sit with them. We talked and ate, after that, we went outside, it was cold and made my hands numb and dry, I asked them if we could go inside, but they said that they wanted

Julie went camping with her friends, the last thing I said to her was “close my door” right before that she had came to say goodbye to me because she was about to leave. She went to go say bye to our parents and then I heard the door slam. The whole night I felt something weird, I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep, I kept having nightmares and I couldn’t make them stop. Finally I fell asleep, but then my mom woke me up abruptly. I never seen my mom this way, she was so worried with tears all over her face. As my mom woke me up she said “Jacey wake up we have to go to the police station, your sister is missing!” at this point I was shocked, I felt sick to my stomach. Everything felt weird, like it wasn't true. As I went running down the stairs I saw Julie’s friends all in tears in the living room.

It wasn't everyday you found out bad news, specially news like this. I didn't want to believe it, didn't want to hear it either, but sometimes you just don't get what you wish for do you? The emotion's were killing me inside and out. I didn't know what to do or what to say. What to think. I couldn't process how to react, I couldn't work out whether to scream or cry, shout out in anger. I couldn't just sit there and think about what had happened nor did i want to try clear my head but i knew i had to, how was a completely different story though. There was no way of writing the emotions down and i couldn't just let this shit play on my mind. Questions was spinning around my head, a blur, like a confusion of answers that just didn't make sense. I didn't have anyone to talk to, didn't have anyone to help me through. I was all on my own. Didn't no where I was going or where I was going to end up. There wasn't a lot of people around, but then again i wasn't sure of the time. The shops were closed, and the lights that light the night sky was burning away, but it was still dark. I didn't care where i was, or what time it was, I was just walking where ever my feet took me. There was turns for bendy roads, straight roads and alley ways, i didn't fancy getting lost, but i didn't feel like turning back anytime soon. It was obvious i was going to get lost, but then again i didn't feel like finding myself. I took the straight

Being worried running down the stairs, about to fall on my face and listening to the sirens of the police right outside the house, I asked him over and over again, “Why are we running? What’s going on?” He responded by whispering “I’ll tell you after we get to a safe place, right now I need you to be quiet and follow me.” He walked me through an underground hallway. How could I have never known about an underground hallway? It was pitch black and the air felt really stuffy, I couldn’t breathe. I had to stop and sit for just a second so I could catch my breath. My dad kept saying “Get up we have to keep going, just for a little longer.” I got up with all the strength I had and continued like that for about another five minutes though it felt as if I had been for hours. Finally, we came to a stop at the end of a hallway and we had to climb up a ladder where we came out from the brick wall at the end of our property. The road was about two meters away where I could see my dad’s best friend, Jason, and business partner until last year. He was waiting in a car ready to drive us. He took us on the outside of the city of Ashton just an hour from our home to my father’s childhood home. When we got inside the house, Jason said his goodbyes because he had to return to the business and attempt to see what was going to happen to my father’s company. This home had been uninhabited for over twenty years. The worst was that the smell of the mice made your eyes water, you could even