Short Stories

Rose Petals and Thorns

I have a rock in my right hand, two small pieces of cloth in my left, and two pieces of coiled rope wrapped around my neck.  My raven black hair is pulled back into a braid, and my bottle green eyes are locked on my target: a window located on the second story of the grandest house in the village.

I step back from the house. I get ready to run and jump up into the window. I had observed that specific window for a month. The occupant of the room always left it open at night to let in a cool breeze, and she is always sound asleep by nine o'clock.

I start to run at the house. When I am a couple of feet away from the wall, I jump with every inch of strength I can muster. I leap and grab at the window sill with my forearms since my hands are occupied. I pull myself up.

BANG!

I landed on the floor with a loud thud. I freeze. Luckily, the occupant of the room continued sleeping.

I walk over to the girl sleeping in a giant, pink bed. I get up onto the bed and straddle the girl. I lean over and tap the sleeping girl into being awake.

"Hello, Julianna," I say while smiling evilly in her face. I then lift up the rock in my right hand. The rock connects with the side of her head, and the girl is knocked out cold.

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Julianna finally opened her eyes after an eternity of my waiting.

"Where where am I?" Julianna asked. "Who,who are you?"

"Both very interesting questions," I answer. "Firstly, you are in a location that I will not disclose to you. As for your second question, my name is Jade. I'm your half-sister."

Julianna looks at me as if I just told her that birth was a sad thing and death was a happy thing. It is quite hilarious, actually.

"Impossible," Julianna states. "I would know if I had a sister, or a half-sister for that matter. Father would have mentioned you, or I would have met you by now."

"Oh you poor, poor little girl. You know nothing about our father," I say, my voice full of hatred to my father. "He is a cruel, malicious man that cares about no one but himself, and refuses to take responsibility for his actions."

"That, that is such a lie!" Julianna yells at me. She tried to come attack me. Only then did she first realize that her wrists and ankles were in shackles. I throw her a wicked smile. "He he cares about me! He isn't a bad man! He takes responsibility for what he does! I've seen him do it!"

I quickly turn around and get up in her face.

"But you see, little sister," I tell her, "he may take responsibility for his actions sometimes, but not all the time. I am living proof of that."

"What what do you mean by that?" the stupid girl questions.

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My mother is on her death bed. Her skin is hanging off of her bones. Her eyes are so heavy that I wouldn't even know that she was seeing anything if it weren't for the fact that her eyelids were fluttering.

I sit next to her. I hold her hand and pray to someone to do something. I prayed for someone to cure my mother so that I would not be left alone in this big, scary world. It is selfish, but I don't care. The only person I care about and the only person that cares about me is going to die, and the only person that I care about is going to die. My mind is too full to think about whether something is selfish or not.