My mouth was gaping open at here. I searched and longed to find her in my heart but when I saw this atrocity, I.. couldn't connect the two.
A haze seemed to form as I watched that figure stumble about and continuously yell out my name. Each time it went to fall I wished I could reach out and pick it up. Yet my heart didn't have the strength to face the truth. I was simply too weak.
My eyes closed as sweat and tears poured down my face. Thoughts kept racing through my head faster than I could delete them. Idea's formed and yet disappeared as quickly as sand floats through the wind.
"Ethan, honey please answer mommy, you're scaring me..." My mind went back to the time we first moved into this house. I was playing Hide and Seek, however I hid so well no one found me. Somehow I lost myself.
I hid underneath a gap in the floorboards, which you could only find if you knew where it was and could pry it up with even a quarter. I found this when I was exploring one day and decided to go underneath it.
Down I went into the darkness, laughing my butt off, however before I realized it, it turned out I had been down there for over a day, and my friends had left. My mother didn't see me so of course she was yelling, and eventually even the police were called. When I went to life up that board again, it seemed as if it were stuck and was immovable, thus when I did eventually get out by her trying each board, I was never let down there again, and it was sealed.
That day she was scared just like this, but her words to this day still make me want to cry. They still want me to remember that time. She thought I had been lost to her, and I had thought that I may die down there as well.
"I, I am sorry for scaring you mom." I spoke out loud.
"Ethan? E-Ethan oh baby is that you?" She stopped in place, her.. Eye holes seemed to go straight towards me.
"Yeah, it is me. You look great, Mom." I choked.
"Oh, Ethan, could you please take off whatever is over my eyes? I can't see very well at the moment, so you will have to come to me..." She fell once more, and tried to feebly get up.
"I will be right there, mom." I started walking forward.
Before long I was 20 feet in front of her. 15 feet, 10, 5, 4, 3, 2,1.. I was on her side and yet I continued walking forward. I know it is due to me that she is in this sorry state, and I know that I can easily make her into one so much worse if I choose to allow my emotions to make my decisions.
Remember, this is a test and to her you were already dead. You can do this, Ethan. Just turn the situation around...
I picked something off the ground, and the gleam hit me in the eyes as I seemed to see specks of red form, however at the moment my mind may not have been clear and thus I gave it no thought.
"They haven't hurt you, have they?" She whispered when I bent down. Somehow it seemed as if she knew it was me.
"No, I am okay. Why don't you worry about yourself mom? Why don't you worry about what they have done to you?" tears fell on her face.
"Ethan, I have already lost everything without you. Knowing you are fine though, that's all I could wish for. You are all that I have left." I put her face against my shoulder, and put her body over mine. My arm pushed her head against my shoulder and I stroked her hair.
"Then, mom, let me give you everything I possibly can. Let me make all the bad go away, so that you can be in peace." I put my hand just inches from the back of her neck.
"Oh E-" I thrusted the knife into her throat before I could finish, and in the process my shoulder was stabbed partially, but it was fine. If I let her finish then I could very well be dead right now, because there is no chance that I could have possibly finished through.
As I cradled her body, I whispered into her ear before her life faded.
"Let me give you everything. Each and every life of each and every person who has harmed you. I will give you their hearts and livers, and present them in front of your grave. I will rip out the throat of Stephens and place it by your tomb so that the wolves will feast on it just before you. I will make sure that you will be repaid. I give you peace now, mom, because I can. I will live on for you, and let god be my witness that I will do as I have said. I love you mom, I love you mom..."
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Playing God- ORIGINAL
HorrorIn 2017, on a mission with a good friend named Thomas Kelly, we began writing this story, which is known as 'Playing God'. In early 2018, we began re-writing the early chapters of the story, and 8 months after that, with only 5 or 6 chapters rewritt...