The Crack

Alice sat alone crying. She had always felt since that night alone like no one cared that no one understood her. She sat remembering the nights from 5 years back. The same nights where she was beaten and tormented. The same nights where fear was imbedded in the cracks of her 17 year old life. Then that’s when it happened. When she had gotten so mad that it had drove her to the point that her father had to go. It was his fault if he hadn't hit her. He had such a fierce temper. She had got so fed up and mad at him pushing her all the time. So mad that death was the only escape. She had enough one night when he approached her. She grabbed the nail file from her bed and drove through his chest to his beating heart. So there she sat there 5 years on in the same room where the pain was still visible. The forever embedded crack in her life.

Her bed was drenched with the tears of regret, and the room a reminder of the hurt she was feeling. The room held so much hate and so much sorrow. Alice sat wishing she had said something about the abuse, that it hadn't built up to that point. That her father would still be alive. She regretted everything that it had ended differently.

 That's when she caught a glimpse of something that shouldn't be there, it didn't have a place. In the room that's kept in order with everything having a place. A crack in the wall. As she crossed the room to inspect the crack she felt a cold, empty feeling run through her heart. Alice was intent on fixing the crack making everything perfect. She tried the door to her confusion it was locked. She had been locked in. Her mother would be home soon she had gone out to fetch something for tea. As she turned around and face her room she was meet with a frightful sight.

Cracks were appearing all over the room in front of her. The floor, walls and ceiling, everywhere. As she stared at the cracks she noticed something red oozing out. She knew exactly what it was blood. The blood sweeping out of every crack flooding her room. Then she felt it again a cold, empty feeling hit her heart. The blood had already reached the knee. Alice ran to the door and tried to open it but as before it was still locked. She banged loudly hoping someone could hear her. Then she felt something cold tap her. She glanced in confusion and continued to bang loudly. Then it touched her again. She turned around couldn’t see anyone or anything. Then the picture on her dresser caught her eye, it was the only thing with not a drop of blood on. Alice picked up the picture and saw it was of her family before the death of her father.

                                                                                                  

 Then drip, drip the blood filled the picture over the faces apart from her fathers. She dropped the picture in shock and horror. Alice desperately tried the door again and banged louder. Then she felt a cold rush of air hit her. She turned round to see a shadow in the far corner of her room. The shadow started to approach Alice. Then disappeared, the blood still filling the room she shouted and scream. Only for her scream to be cut off by the icy grip.

 The icy grip around her throat cut off the sound that was so desperately trying to escape her lips. Then it was gone she breathed deeply thinking it was all over that she was free. She tried to make it to the door.

Then an icy grip grabbed her legs and dragged away from the door. Alice was losing all hope. Then it grabbed throat again. Alice drew what she believed to be her last breathe. Until the grip loosened and Alice was flung to the blood soaked floor she was being pushed deeper and deeper into the blood. Slowly her lungs filled with the unknown blood. As she slowly drowned she caught a glance at the person or thing that had a hold of her. It seemed like the same shadow that she had seen moments before. As she lay dying she stared into the eyes. The eyes were cold and full of rage. The eyes filled with revenge and torment. Alice drew her final breathe with her eyes locked into her fathers.

This is my first ever story, is only a short story but I  handed this in for my coursework in english got A* hope you liked it hopeful there will be more stories to come going to try a romance.