Short Stories

"Hell will love you"

Emily sat at her coffee table in her cramped apartment typing up a college report on her computer. Her glass table had every inch covered in papers, books, and other clutter. A headache pulsed behind her eyes as she had been working for hours on this paper. Completing the paragraph, Emily sat back in her chair, exhausted from the continuous hours of stressful work. A knock came at the door.

"Hey," came the familiar sound of Danny, "Can I come in?"

"Of course!" Emily returned enthusiastically.

Closing the door behind her, Emily could notice a slight distance in her friend's eyes and the odd way he was acting.

"You alright?" Emily says sitting down and motioning for Danny to do the same.

"W-Why would you imply that I'm not alright?" Danny says nervously.

"Well, first, your using the word imply, your stuttering," Emily begins counting her answers on her fingers, "and I can see in your eyes there's something wrong."

"I-I just didn't s-sleep well," Danny said slowly, "College is t-tiring, you know?"

Emily slowly nodded her head playing along. Danny ran his hands across the cluttered table where all Emily's school stuff where spread out.

"Danny, let me make you some tea," Emily said patting his shoulder, "it'll help you out."

Entering the kitchen, Emily filled a mug up with water, and Danny followed suite. While Emily's back was turned, Danny swiftly picked up a knife and slowly tucked it into his shirt.

"Here," Emily uttered quickly, "sit down."

"O-ok, here's the thing, my girlfriend hates my career choice," Danny said looking down in shame, "I don't know what to do."

"Oh," Emily stated.

"And I hate her right now!" Danny's voice was rising quickly now, his voice became angrier by every word.

"C-calm down," Emily stuttered, she knew how Danny was when he was angry.

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME TO CALM DOWN?!" Danny screeched.

"N-no," Emily's voice started becoming smaller and higher pitched.

Danny crashed his mug of tea on the ground, then pulled Emily up by her wrists violently. Emily tried to escape but Danny was much stronger than her. Pulling Emily against the wall, she screamed in pain as he started to pinch her wrists. A hysterical laugh escaped his throat, something Danny had never done before.

"Danny, what are you doing?!" Emily screamed, "Stop it!"

Hearing those words only made Danny inflict more pain onto Emily who was now shrieking at the top of her lungs.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?" Danny said in a sinister voice.

Pulling out the knife from beneath his shirt, Danny gave Emily a maniacal smile, one that stayed engraved behind her eyelids. Danny slowly traced the knife around Emily's lips, stopping when it made a full rotation. Cracking her lips open, Danny sliced the sides of Emily's cheeks, creating a permanent smile on her face. Tears flowed unsteadily down Emily's face.

"Why are you crying?" Danny said with his psycho voice, "SMILE!"

"D-D-Danny," Emily pleaded knowing her friend was not like this, "S-S-Stop,"

"But, why?" Danny returned, smiling like a total psychopath.

Emily started to struggle, as her blood and tears splattered everywhere around her apartment. Danny lost his mind, Emily couldn't bring him back and had lost hope in trying. Without a doubt, Danny was contemplating continuing to toy with Emily or just kill her, but whatever she chose to do next would tip the scale towards either way. Emily brought her leg up and kicked Danny in the chest, there it was, that small tip in the scale.

Danny charged towards Emily hoisting the knife up high above his head, Emily, losing strength, started to walk slowly away. Abruptly, Danny stopped, he collapsed on the ground as if like a rag doll. Emily, being the caring person she is, limped towards Danny, seeing something was wrong.

"D-D-Danny?" Emily said weakly.

"E-Emily?" Danny replied, "Is that you?"

Danny brought his head up from the ground, Emily smiled weakly through the blood and tears.

"W-Wha? D-Did I do that to you?!" Danny exclaimed sitting up.

"Yes, but it wasn't you, it was someone else," Emily said helping Danny up.

Emily brought Danny into a hug, her friend, the one she knew, was in need of help.

"I forgive you," Emily breathed into Danny's ear.

"You shouldn't," Danny returned.

Danny plunged the knife into Emily's stomach, pulling it out of her, making more blood emerge from the wound. Gasping for breath, Emily fell to the ground, feeling herself slip away.

"Sorry Emily," Danny said hysterically, "We've just just been wanting to do this for a while now,"

"W-who?" Emily said weakly.

"Danny and Jeff," Danny said pointing to his head, "Buh-Bye now Emmy, Hell will love you."