Short Stories.

Trapped

"Let me out!" I screamed, banging on the insides of the massive hour glass.
I glared at the evil man who was holding me hostage. He wore a mask of face paint, and a suit with an elegant bow tie.
"Darling, it doesn't work like that." He said, a creepy smirk crawling up his face.
He pulled out a remote from his back pocket and pressed the red button that was manufactured into the middle.
I felt something drop on my head, I looked up and to my horror sand was falling down, fast.
I became more desperate to get out, the oxygen was running out and the sand had already reached my knees.
I continued to bang on the walls. Thump. Thump. Thump. I felt a piercing sensation in my knuckles and sure enough blood was pouring out.
Gasping for air I tried to climb up to the top of the sand pile but it had reached my thighs and I was trapped.
Tears began to fall from my eyes, mixing with the sand along with my blood.
"Why! Why? I screamed at the man desperately gasping for air.
"This is what you get Bella." He said, acting like it explained everything
"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING." I screamed as the sand reached my torso.
"Well a long time ago, I fell in love with a girl called Bella. She acted like she did to but then she cheated. All Bellas are the same."
The sand had reached my neck and I had used up all of the oxygen in the hour glass. I was buried under the sand, it was everywhere. In my eyes, my throat and nose. My body stopped moving involuntarily and I could feel myself drifting away.