A Collection of Original Stories Of Horror and Angst

Blind

Sup, I'm back and I'm not ready to party because my stomach hurts but whatever. I've been feeling in the gory type of mood today so I'm gonna try and write out a dark thought thing I had today, hope you enjoy.

ALSO YA GIRL GOT STRAIGHT A'S FOR THE FIRST QUARTER SO I'M 1/4 OF THE WAY TO GETTING A NEW PET!

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I shifted slightly, curling in upon myself as much as I could, the chains that clung much too tightly to my wrists and ankles chinking and rattling slightly. I let out a groan of fear and pain as the metallic scent of blood reached my nose. My nose scrunched out of instinct and I pushed my exhausted body to face the wall. I had only my senses of touch, smell, and sound. The pitch black room surrounded me and I could hear the others groaning and screaming from down the hall. Nobody came back from these rooms, in fact I'm sure some never even left them. My head began to pound, my thoughts becoming too much for it. I slumped down farther on the wall and left out another groan as my eyes flickered shut.

When I woke it was the same, but the hall was silent. I didn't know why, maybe it was from the awful smelling air, it burned, it was much too hot in this room, which had been a comfortable temperature before . I coughed as it became too much. My lungs were burning like someone had lit a fire in them. So were my eyes. I remember hearing about campfires, my mother used to tell me about them, they were bright and would give happiness to people. I remember breathing in the smoke of one once, but I don't remember seeing it. Shouts now echoed through the house, but I was focused on the heat licking my toes and my arms. It was like a game to me, how much I could avoid the heat before it reached me again, it was like tag. 

A loud noise resounded through the room. A man's voice shouting out, but it was like I was underwater, the heat had caught up to me, it was tagging me over and over, this game wasn't fun anymore. I let out a scream of pain. The heat searing up and down my body at inhuman speeds. It wrapped itself around my throat and the scent it gave off was putrid, my skin felt as if it was sizzling. I let out another agonized screech and the last thing I heard was the man's shout before something fell on top of me, it was heavy and it burned. I struggled underneath it which I found made it worse, it fell on top of my throat and I could feel the heat squeezing my life away, it started out as a game of tag, how could something so innocent lead to me not knowing if I was alive or floating in space. The ringing in my ears left and so did the sensations, I was left empty, empty and gone.

Sobs echoed through the church, an old man was speaking about the young boy who lay in the closed casket, he had been taken by human traffickers and was kept inside an auction house, the people who had also been in there were taken to another warehouse where they would be sold in bulk. The boy who's eyesight had been impaired when he was a child was left behind as a blind boy wasn't favored. They had lit fire to the auction house a few minutes before they left, a few minutes before police and fire fighters arrived. A few minutes much too late. This boy had been kind and had many friends, a beam from the ceiling had fallen on top of him and during his twisting of agony, as the fire had caught up to him too, he made it so the beam shifted onto his neck. He had died quickly after, though hi death was not peaceful. He would be remembered as a bright young boy who had always hoped for a better future.

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I have no fucking clue what this is, it's angsty and short I guess but other than that all I have to say is ???????

So yeah, bye.