short stories

lost bouncy ball

"Can I borrow this?" I asked my best friend, he had this foggy small bouncy ball. "Sure I want it back though" I grabbed the ball with the promise it would be back in two days.

I laid on my bed, bouncy ball in my mouth as i chewed on it. Out of nowhere, my younger brother busted through my door "Hiiii" he yelled, I cursed and told him to get out, and he ran out of my room laughing.

No, No, No, I can't find the ball, it's not on my bed. it's not on the floor, what if i swallowed it?

I stared at my reflection in horror "I can't believe I swallowed a ball" I said i paced around my room then an idea hit me, i could poop it out. I go to bed that day and wake up and try to poop. No ball

Afternoon hits, No ball. Now it's evening and I'm leaning over the toilet with two fingers down my throat dry heaving into the toilet. No ball.

Tears drop into the water as I shove another finger down my throat gagging. Still no ball.

I felt hopeless until I saw the scissors, I grabbed them and brought them to my stomach.

I cut it open wincing, I go and sit down on my bed hoping to relieve some pain.

I continue cutting until I have a deep bloody cut that can fit my hand.

No ball.

I started to feel woozy and sleepy but i still couldn't find the ball that I promised to give back. With the last of the strength i had, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started writing a letter to my friend.

-I'm sorry but I lost your ball I did everything I could to find it but I just couldn't i hope you'll forgive me and still be my friend.-

I collapse on my bed.

My younger brother burst through my bedroom door like he does every day "Time to get up he sang" he looked over and screamed there laid the cold bloody body of his older sister.

And with all the chaos that happened no one noticed the small foggy bouncy ball that laid hidden under the bed.