trigger warning: blood, death
She can't see.
She can't see where she's going, or why she's running, or why her heart is pounding as if it was going a million beats per minute.
She can only remember the little book.
A little book given to her from someone important, someone loving, someone-
She can't remember.
Inside the little book- she imagines the action of her opening up its thick pages made of bond paper, its printed pages of black and brown and white.
A blue dot circles her mind as do the fuzzy memories she tries to reclaim.
Brown seats, blue dots. Inside the little book there are brown seats- an auditorium if you will- and blue dots are the anonymous individuals who fill the seats.
This is what she remembers, at least.
"All the seats are full," she mutters under her breath. "There are no blue dots."
The book pages flip to a particular page. Brown seats fill the otherwise empty white paper. Nothing to indicate people. Not a single colour other than brown.
She gasps.
The seats cannot be full. Nothing can be full. It's all empty. Every single page.
"All the seats are full," she repeats. "All the seats are full."
She is numb.
She can no longer feel anything.
Blood drips from where her heart should be, red as a tomato.
Does she no longer have a heart?
She falls.
Everything goes black.
"Everything is taken," she whispers.
author's note: this came from a random dream i had. the dream was pretty silly itself but in one part there was a girl who was extremely suspicious and i suspected she was a murderer. the blue dots brown seats was some weird thing my brain came up with to make her suspicious. honestly this mostly has nothing to do with the dream.
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horror one-shot
Cerita Pendekbased on a dream of mine. this is my first attempt at a horror-esque scene, please give any critique in the comments. **this is now a collection of horror one-shots i've written over time. tw for gore, blood, death / murder, and general creepiness...
