Short Horror Stories

Alice p4

"Yeah-h.. We need to go, now." I demanded. "But I haven't showed you my artwork?" I take no notice to whatever she has to say, or show me, so again I tell her we're leaving, but this time in more of a controlling tone.

"But you haven't seen my artwork. Mother" She said a second time, this time with attitude, the 'mother' part seemed as if she was trying to be smart with me. "Alice" I say trying to get her to understand on what I want, not what she wants. "We're leaving" "We're not going anywhere" she replies this time. I'm sure she thinks she's the parent at times, but this really needs to stop.

I stop to look around and notice that the attention was on us. "Actually, let's go, it's boring here" she said with a devilishly smirk on her face. I knew something was up, so when we got home I told her to go to her room.

"But I don't want to go to my room, mother" I was getting to the point where I was going to lose the plot. "Alice, I said go to your room" my voice had depended and I could tell she was affected by it. "But I want to say up with you, mommy" that time I lost it.

All the negative energy running through my body finally let lose. "I'm sick and tired of having to tell you over and over again to do things, it's like your winding me up on purpose. Life isn't a game you know, so stop acting like your the player and I'm just some fictional character that you can control!" I shouted, the last part especially.

"Fine, have it your way"

She walked to her room and slammed the door right shut.