Short Stories

A Living Hell

"Boop!"
My phone's screen lit up as the sound vibrated out through the air. I haven't heard this sound in a long time.
"Boop!"
It went off again.
"Go away!!" I yell out to it.
I lift it in the air and throw it with all my force towards the wall.
"Shoot." I say as I bend downwards, still upon my bed. There it was, cracked and broken. Which is what I wanted to happen to her soul. To be ruined. Just as much as she made mine.
"BOOOP!!!"
It went louder.
"What the heck?!" I looked down, and there it was, all fixed up.
"Y-you ar-ar-aren't going to g-get rid of me that e-easil-ly." Her voice rang out from the small speakers on my phone. Loudly. Her voice surrounded my room, the lights dimmed by themselves, and the sun began to set fast. Too too fast.
"Leave me alone!! You are the one that hurt me!! What do you want you demon!!??" I yell out as I hug my pillow and shield my face from the mini tornado forming on the edge of my bed.
"Stop bothering me!!! Stop!! Stop!!"
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"Honey! Wake up dear! Wake up!!" My mom shouts as she is hovered over me. I feel the soft carpet on the back of my head and hands, and realize I was laying down on the floor of my bedroom.
"Honey? What's wrong? You were screaming and kept saying stop! What happened?" I lifted my head up and she moved back to let me get up fully.
"I-I don't..I don't know." I say, looking around my room. My wall was dented, and I saw my phone cracked and broken underneath my bed. It did happen.
All of it.
She was still here.
She was going to make my life,
A living hell.