A Collection of Short Stories

Soap

(Written: 12-15-21)

I dashed up the stairs and into my bathroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it, hearing the man bang his fists onto the wood. I trembled as I slid down the bathroom door, wishing I was anywhere but here.

"Just open the door" The man grunted. "I'm trying to help you" I didn't believe a word. How could I? This man was wanted for murder and I'd witnessed him kill my best friend. It baffled me how he thought I was that stupid.

I jumped when I felt him throw his body against the door in an attempt to break it down. I put a hand over my mouth trying to quiet my loud sobs. I wasn't sure why, he knew I was in here, so what was the point.

"I won't tell anyone what I saw!" I shouted. "Just leave me alone"

"Open the door!" He demanded, ignoring my previous statement. "I had to kill her, alright?"

"Had too?" I asked. "Why would you have to? Now, leave or I'll call the police!"

"Do you take me for a fool?" He questioned lowly.

"I take you for a psychopath" I snapped. He chuckled at that and tried to twist the doorknob.

"Call the police, then," He said. I went quiet. I didn't actually have my phone with me, I was just trying to scare him. "That's what I thought"

"What did you mean before?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"You said you were trying to help me" I pointed out. "Or was that a lie"

"It wasn't a lie, kid" He defensively spat. "I'm going to slide something under the door, alright?"

"Is it a bomb?" I wearily asked. He didn't answer and a moment later a bar of soap was pushed under the door. I picked it up and scoffed. "Are you trying to tell me I smell bad? Obviously, I would. I have blood splattered all over me"

(I may have writers block, girl boss)