Short Stories.

Put my Heart with Hers.

This is a short story I wrote for my Horror and Gothic class it was my midterm and it looks like 15 of you have already read it because it was in my Essay story section thing. I figured I'd post it for you guys somewhere you might actually see it. :D No there will be no expansion on this story. This is it. Tell me what you think. (Nicely) :D

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            I’m running, or I was running. Now I’m panting as I twist and turn trying to figure out where I am, and where he is. I’m in the woods where I feel the dark trees, which are empty of leaves because of the winter season; press me into an imagined corner. The woods were an idiotic place for me to run. Especially because I’ve always been afraid of them, even as a little girl.

I pant harder as I head south. There is fog everywhere and it feels like a thousand pounds pressing down on me and into my wind pipes as I fight to keep breathing. I’m not out of breathe because I was running, more because I’m freaking out, something I never do. I don’t know how long I can go on like this; I just know that every twig that snaps -even the ones beneath my own feet- make me jump.

            I’m sweating even though it’s only twenty degrees outside, my hair clings to my forehead and I’m afraid my breathing might give me away, I bite into my scabby knuckles. My throat starts to ache from the cold air and that’s when I hear the dead brown leaves crackle to my left. Thick tears fill my grey eyes and I dodge to the left curling myself into a ball behind a tree. Thankful my slightly torn sweatshirt is black and will blend into the darkness, I put my hood up tucking in my dark red hair, struggling for a moment, my hands clammy and my long hair resisting.

I fight to calm my breathing as I hear him walking around. Tears slip down my face silently and I feel a spider crawl into my pant leg. I imagine a big black one, the kind with thick legs and a thick body. The kind that makes a crunch, making you cringe when you step on it. Usually I’d do anything to get that spider off me, but right now moving is a life or death option. I sit still; picking life. I don’t know how long it’s been since I heard anything, time doesn’t seem to matter. Time could have stopped and I wouldn’t know. I’m thinking about picking up my head when I’m yanked up by rough hands. I give out a heart stopping scream before I feel a heavy pressure hit the back of my head and everything goes black.

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I grin, laughing a little to myself as I nudge the beautiful creature, trying to wake her. I want to see those gorgeous grey eyes. I run my fingers over thick eyelashes, wishing I could count them. Maybe I will one day. Her long red hair is knotted and has blood in it. My hand turns to a fist around it. I don’t mean to hurt her, but angry at myself for making her bleed earlier my fist clenches too tight and some long red strands are in my palm when I open it again. “I don’t want to hurt you darling.” I whisper.

I kiss her smooth forehead, it has dirt on it, “I never meant to hurt you, and I love you so much.” Dragging myself away from her side for a moment I walk over to the sink grabbing a paper towel and wetting it. The only light is coming from the bulb above the table, all the curtains in the kitchen closed. I smile at the picture of my darling taped to my cabinet. My whole house is decorated with her. I took all of her tests, all of her worksheets, all of her doodles and taped them up. I got every picture I could find off of Facebook. I touch my finger to her digital cheek and then turn to touch the real thing. My fingers run over her pale cheeks, “You’re so pretty. I’m so happy we’re going to be together forever. You and I baby. Just the two of us. Till the end of time.” I laugh lightly to myself, “You need to wake up though sweetheart, you’re making me think you don’t want to see me.”