A sharp scream pierced my ears, and I fell to my knees on the grass. It must have been the most bloodcurling sound I'd heard, for I kneeled panting, clutching the grass, for a solid minute. When I thought it had stopped, I lifted my head.
In front of me was what could only be described as a monstrosity. Imagine the most horrifying, messed up, and utterly sad thing you can, and you'll be close to what I'm face(s) to face with. I locked eyes with it and felt a harsh pull on the very core of my being that left me gasping for air once more.
Just my luck, the screaming had started up again. This time, however, it was relentless. Tears sprang to my eyes as I clutched my head. I curled in on myself in a futile attempt to get away from the sound. I knew my legs wouldn't work if I tried to stand. My only option was to sit and wait it out, and was the prospect terrible. Instead of getting used to it, the screaming pounded at my head harder and harder until it split open, pain spilling onto the grass in the form of tears.
When I had started to feel a trickle of blood leaking out of my ear, the screams started to mold themselves into words. I couldn't understand it, but I could tell they were words in the same way someone can tell when another person is speaking a language they've never heard of. The words sloshed around in my brain, picking and prodding, and trying to force their way inside.
"I don't understand!" I cried out in frustration. I couldn't tell if I'd actually spoken, but the idea got across well enough.
At my rebuttal, the prodding grew more intense, forcing me to accept a tongue I didn't want, a burden I didn't ask for.
"Don't..." a voice I knew painfully well, yet remained blissfully unfamiliar penetrated my thoughts, my being, my heart. "Don't look at me. I'm a monster."
I don't know when the screaming had stopped, just that it had. I lifted my head once more. I was met with the same disturbing visual from before. And in that moment, I understood what you meant.
You were a monster, darling, and you still are.
But my eyes stayed trained on that form of yours, because I wanted to.
Because you needed me to.
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407 words.
And she thickens like a good soup.
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Beautiful Horrors
Teen FictionA high school of the heartbroken, the betrayed, the deceptive, the secretive, and the genetic freaks, as narrated by Nic Lewis. No one knows him, and he knows no one. All he knows is that Isaac needs to wake up from his coma, before the student body...
