Poison Ink
Chapter 4 - Is The Prize Worth The Price
Sun shines through my window, I momentarily forget about what happened last night, and then, it all comes rushing back in a blur. After I ran back home I fell asleep next to my bed, I was still wearing my shoes and my hands were rubbed raw. I surveyed my body for any other signs of damage.
Nothing, I am fine, well, physically fine; I still could't believe what had happened last night. I pushed my self up to my bed, I am about to go to sleep when I notice a hole in my jeans. Actually, make that TWO huge holes, my mom was going to kill me!We couldn’t afford new jeans, and then I smiled; now we could afford 10 new jeans!!! I had won the bet! I stuffed my dirty clothes deep into my closet and grabbed a clean t-shirt and some clean looking pants. At least I think they were clean, knowing my family they could have been anywhere.
I look to the floor of my bedroom, a book is there! I shake my head in confusion where did it come from I think to myself... then I remember, I used it to break the window of Mr. Linden’s library; he was going to be furious! I look to the spine of the book, it’s says “Poison Ink!” Darn it I think, this treacherous book follows me everywhere, why is fate so cruel? I don’t want to curse someone or myself!
What if they deserve the curse, a spine-chilling voice says. I turn my head to the side, what was that, I must be going crazy, I shake my head trying to make the vile suggestion disappear. Nobody deserves a curse, except maybe Johnny F,he should be taught a lesson… No!
My voice of better judgment over powers me, I CAN’T do that, and I WON’T do that!
I’m better then that, then you shall be cursed I hear a sickly sweet voice whisper.
I can’t take it anymore, I throw the book through the window willing last nights events to have just been a dream, but I know it really happened I have the cuts and bruises to prove it. I climb onto my bed huddling beside my pillow sobbing silently.
What have I done? An evil laugh echoes in my head, I cover my ears and close my eyes… willing it all to stop, but it doesn’t. I can still hear the laugh; it is permanently embedded into my soul.
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Poison Ink (Short Story)
Short StoryA short story I wrote in 6th grade...prepare to laugh :) You've heard the stories, the myths that are supposed to keep kids from sneaking out late at night... But what if these stories were true? What if your worst nightmares weren't just dreams, w...