The girl was reaching towards me with her grubby hand. Her nails were long and sharp, with blood underneath them.
My blood.
I could see the absolute fear in Donald's eyes.
I screamed, pulling on the door with all of my strength.
To my complete shock, it opened. Donald and I scrambled down into the room, slamming the door just as the girl was about to end our lives.
All of the stress, anxiety, and grief of this night came pouring out as I sat down on the dirt floor.
I started crying. And not dainty, pretty crying. I mean like snot-bubbles and hiccuping crying. Sobs wracked my entire body.
Donald quickly lit a lantern, setting an orange glow around the room, and ran to comfort me.
"Kell...... What's wrong?"
I sobbed, trying to speak. My words were almost undecipherable through all of the noisy hiccup-breaths I was trying to make.
"I- I just w-want to di-die!" I wailed.
And I knew it was harsh, not to mention irrational. But it was the truth.
Donald's eyes flared, and then softened.
"No, you don't. And I don't want you to either."
I was angry. Who was he to say what I wanted?!
"You don't even know what I want!!!" I yelled. "Have you gone what I've gone through?! Watching my own parents die, coming close to dying myself, and then watching my best friend get stabbed?! Do you know ANYTHING of what that feels like?!"
Donald looked down.
"Yes, I do." He said quietly. "Except it wasn't my best friend who almost died. It was my first love."
He looked at me. I looked at him.
First love? He wasn't talking about ME, was he?!
I'd only ever thought of Donald as a friend, to be honest. But right then and there, under the ground.... With him as my only companion..... He was the only one I had left.
So when he leaned in to kiss me, I accepted the gesture.
It was nice, and after a while, I slowly felt my energy coming back. But all the while, I knew that this wasn't what I wanted.
I didn't want to use Donald...... But desperate times come with desperate actions.
And this was likely just the beginning.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Don't worry, guys! It will get scarier soon, I promise! I just wanted to develop a bit of a background first :) Any feedback is appreciated, feel free to comment, and vote!!!!!
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Come and Play
HorrorKella has been having nightmares for weeks on end. They are always the same. A little girl, inviting her to "come and play". One night, the nightmares come to life, and the result is anything but a happy ending.