mother

hey gues, this is just a short story that i had to write for an english assignment, and i thought i would just put it up on wattpad! i have two stories,  Catastrophic Beauty and Awaiting Catherine

so if you wanna check those out, be my guest and leave a comment below if you so desire.

thanks for reading!

 

I hid under a flight of gnarled wooden stairs. my breathing ragged and pained, i fought to stay quiet and calm. tears ran down my face, fear choking off the sobs threatening to break through my mouth,

Bridget was dead. there was no doubt in my mind about that. i listened to Mrs. Haylies tear her apart. and i was going to be next.

you see, a couple months back, i dated this guy. it ened horribly. his mother was a teacher at my new school, and she was always really nice and cool.  Yesterday i went out to the store to buy some food for dinner. my dad was working late that night, so i had to bus to and from. But i saw Mrs. Haylies at the grocery store, and she offered to give me a ride. next thing i knew i was locke din a basement with another girl, Bridget, who also had dated that boy, and it ended the same way it did for me. That's why i am now hiding for my life, in a forgein house, in the middle of no where. 

My breathing hitched as i heard a door above me creek open. My heart beat the inside of my ribcage, becoming more and more painful. if she didnt kill me, pain and suspense would.

A foot hit the first step, only a couple feet above my head. My heart dropped to my stomach, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. i couldnt control it! i didnt know what to do. the feet continued down the stairs, until i heard shoe on concrete. My heart was now beating a thousand beats per second, Bridgets screams having only been choked off minutes earlier.

i hid deeper uner the stairs, being covered by only a few cardboard boxes, containing an aweful stench. i couldnt really see down here, the only light coming from a crack under the upstairs door. the air was thick and smelt of rotting flesh and dust.

the steps seemed to drag slightly against the ground, creating a scraping noise. i wanted to run, cry, scream, anything to release the tension and horror slowly escalating inside of the pit of my stomach.

suddenly, a beam of light penitrated the darkness, dustmites swimming in the air. she was going to get me! tears pored from my eyes still, i wasnt strong enough to keep them away. i was so scared.

it was dark and smelly and there was a phsycopathic mother only metres away. out of pure stupidity, i scratched my elbow. i dont know why it was so important that i had to scratch that itch, but my arm wasnt under my minds control anymore.  my elbow jutted out and knocked over a couple of the boxes.

oh no. oh no no no no no! the footsteps haulted. i heard the sound of a body turning. my chest ached, adrenaline freezing me in place. through the darkness, i could just make out blood, pooling on the floor. i couldnt reach her eyes. i couldnt meet her figure. i kept my eye fixed on the pool of dripping blood.

"Amy?" a familiar voice whispered through the dark. i looked up, surprised to see Bridget. she was in BAD shape.

lacerations covered every area of skin i could see outside of her clothes, hair chopped off and her lips slashed. i couldnt look at her. WHY WAS SHE DOWN HERE?!

the fear that i had momentarily forgot built up again, as Bridget dragged her brocken body in next to mine. we his in a small corner under the steps.

" hey Amy?" Bridget mumbled, sounding like a child, i looked over to her, trying to see her dull, lifeless eyes. this girl would be the last person i would ever talk to. it was a heart aching thought. i didnt even know she existed until we were both trapped together. we may not be friends, but we do have one thing in common; that one boy failed to meantion that his mother weould most likely kill us if we ended it with him.

"Yeah?" i mouthed. a small smile sat on her slashed lips, and considering the cuts ran up to each of her ears, i could already sort of make out her back teeth thorugh her cheek.

" she's coming to get you too."

Before i could process what Bridget had said, the boxes fell over, revealing a crazed Mrs. Haylies.

 

awesome halloween song on the side. thanks for reading. wait i already said that....