I could taste blood in my mouth. Everything hurts again. I feel numb. I can't move. Laughter. All I can hear is laughter. What's so funny? Am I missing a joke here? I can barely see. I can barely hear. I can barely feel. What's wrong with me? My breathing's heavy and laboured. The laughter's gone.
"Hey there." A voice? I look up. There's someone there. They're holding out their hand! I reached out for them.
"Someone!" I think "Someone's finally helping!" I desperately reach for them. Pain shoots through my stomach and back as I keep reaching. Forward. Forward. Why are they so far away? Can't they come a little closer?
"Come with me, I'll help you. Tell me what happened. I'll protect you. I'll always be here. I promise," They say.
"Help!" I beg "Please, please help!" I can feel blood pouring out of my wounds. It soaks my clothes. It burns my skin. Hope. This person can give me hope and... freedom. Freedom! Happiness! "Please... please!" I keep reaching forwards. My knees buckle beneath my weight. I'm flat on the ground. My face is buried in the blood-stained dirt. Tears stain my face. I fell? But they said...
"Help," I croak weakly. That person, why aren't they helping? They promised! Didn't they? "Help!" I cry out. But nobody came. Nobody's coming.
Kindness must exist somewhere.
But it doesn't exist in my world.
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My Short Stories/ Ideas
Short StoryThese are my short story/ ideas. I usually come up with them late at night when I'm feeling down or losing control so they might be a bit depressing. Most of these will stem from what's going on in my real life so sorry if I end up ranting or compla...
