I looked horrified at my arms.
"It was just a dream." I thought. "You are going to wake up and be just fine."
I heave the oxygen into my lungs then exhale slowly. I tried to wake myself up but couldn't. This wasn't a dream. I needed to calm down. I would just tell Mom. No, I couldn't tell her, she would send me to the hospital to get who knows what kind of tests. She would worry, too.
I knew what I would do now. I would bandage up my arms, clean them each day and hide them under a long-sleeved shirt. She would be suspicious, but she probably wouldn't find out.
I creeped along the hall to my Mom's bedroom. I glanced over to her, she was reading the newspaper which didn't surprise me at all. She was always worrying about things happening.
After my father died, life was never the same for me. He was my happiness. I still remember the fun times we all had together. It seemed like it had been forever since I had seen him. I still wept for him, every day he seems farther away from me. I missed him.
My eyes start to well up with tears and start to spill from my eyes.
I quickly wipe them away and get on my hands and knees and start to crawl towards her closet. I stay in the corners where there is very little light. The closet is only opened enough so I can crawl through without being discovered. I enter the closet and stand up. It is pitch black and I can hardly make out my surroundings. After about a minute of looking around I spot it. The bandages.
I reach my hand up to grasp the box when it slips out of my hand.
"Shoot!" I mutter under my breath.
I hear footsteps walking towards the closet. I then spot a perfect hiding place.
I quickly crawl behind a few boxes, relax my body, curl up into a ball, and silence my breathing. I hear the creak of a door opening then the click of the lights. Then I see her feet walking towards the dropped bandages. She simply picks them up and puts them back on the shelf. She then turns off the light and leaves the closet.
I take a sigh of relief. "Why would you do that, Thomas? Why? That was like one of the stupidest things you've ever done." I scold myself "At school you get bullied enough."I grunt and crawl out of my hiding place. The bandages weren't as high this time so I easily pick it off of the shelf. Then I crawl back to my room without being discovered. There are enough bandages to cover the wounds. So I grab them and start to wrap it. The pain is almost unbearable and I almost scream. But I don't, I calm down and keep wrapping it. It stings terribly, but I don't stop. After what feels like hours of torture I finally finish wrapping the bandages around my arm. My arms were throbbing with pain but I was able to ignore it. I checked my clock, it read in red letters, "12:00 PM."
I climbed into bed and looked up at my ceiling as I thought. I thought about the figure and how he hurt me. I thought about my father and how much I missed him. But the thing that worried me most was the fact that I could die like this. I could die. My mother would be alone and sad. She would lose her son, she already lost enough already. I will survive. That was the last thing I thought about before I closed my eyes and sleep took its course.
----------------------------------------------Authors note:
So sorry I haven't updated in a while I've been working on a couple of my books one is called 'The Assassination' the other is called 'Wattpad competitions'! Feel free to take a look at them! Please vote, comment(or both) and keep reading! :)
Thanks!
~IyzoplaysMC
YOU ARE READING
The Black Figure
Teen FictionA mysterious figure who lurks around the town for his next victims. He absorbs each of his victims. Nobody ever lives if they see him. None of his victims has ever survived. The only way they could be saved was if the legend had come true. The legen...