I listened closely, but it was an intensive whisper. What actually scared me wasn't the whispering in my head, but a soft knock at the door. When I opened it there I saw... 2 random people. They seemed to be doctors with sunglasses. Spies maybe?
"Are you rose?"
"No"
"Then sorry to bother you ma'am"And with that they left. They seemed to take something with them. Not anything physical. Everything was bolted down and locked up from my numerous suicide attempts. Which as tou can tell weren't successful. I wondered why they wanted rose. I had heard people talking at lunch about her throughout my previous week at school. Apparently she had tried to murder her parents and then she tried to kill herself.
Were they taking her to court?
But wouldn't the police take her?
These definitely weren't cops.
Who were these people?
What did they want?I walk back through the kitchen, to the bathroom.
"Damn it"
The tub smelled of bleach. I look in the mirror letting out a deep sigh.
" you are okay rose. No one will know."
I spotted a blood spot on the mirror and scratched it off since it was dried on to the mirror.
Suddenly I see a face in the mirror as me. I had a broken neck and seemingly looked dead. I panicked and ran to the bathroom door. I was locked.
Just my luck. I thought.
As soon as I was able to start doing something the lights turned off. I started to scream for help. The more I screamed the more of a force drag me to the tub and try to drown me.
I was gasping for my life, but I didnt have any control of my body.
Was this the end?
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Random stories from Creative writing
Randomjust all of my short stories, flash fiction, fractured fairy tales, poems, obituary stuff and epitaphs from my creative writing class