Short Stories

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Again, not a completed story, if you want a book or part 2, just ask.

Forgotten Words

"You're a fucking monster!" The one sentence sung in my mind like a broken record. I don't know what it means, it's aimed at me but that's all I know. Who am I? I don't know that either. I could be anyone. I just woke up from... Something, and ended up in this red hallway. I don't know my name, who I am, my past, just anything. I've sat in this hall for hours going over this one sentence to try and figure out what had happened. Nothing came to me.

I heard running. It was me. I was running, down the hallway. Pure red walls and floor surrounded me, I couldn't tell what was up or what was down. I brushed my fingers on the walls as I went. The red disappeared when I touched it and made five clear lines on either side of the walls. What was I revealing by getting rid of the red? I had to find out.

Not even five minutes are gone before I've rubbed out a huge clear spot in the shape of my full body. What would happen if I stepped forward? Would I walk into a wall or a new room? Before I could find out, something grabbed my ankles. Looking down, I saw the red that had been rubbed off wrapping itself around my feet, pinning me to the ground. It began to swallow me.

I fell below the floor, falling further and further into the sickening blood red. How had I come to this? I need to stop asking impossible questions. I don't know any answers. A glowing light came from my pant pocket and I reached inside it, grasping onto something cold and metal. I held it in front of my face. A pocket mirror. I opened it up.

A scream escaped from my mouth and I threw the mirror away, my hands shaking. I shook my head, trying to forget the image I just saw. It was hideous. A monster.

I finally felt a floor beneath me and stood up, taking in the bright colours. Almost instantly, two hands landed on my shoulders, shaking me slightly. "Hey, you with us?" I stared back into two bright green eyes. The boy shook me again and I pushed him away, brushing myself off. I'm with you, was what I tried to say, but I only managed to open my mouth, no sound came out.

The boy understood. "Can't talk? That's fine." He flicked his head back to keep his black hair off of his face, gesturing with his hands to follow him. I took one last glance at the barn I was in and followed him out.