The Stories of the Sufferers

Pulled into the Pit

  I pulled the strange egg out of my locker and turned it around my wrist. Where did this come from? I thought. I walked towards my teacher's class. I almost made it when the egg started to tremble. The brown egg began to crack. What the fuck? Nobody was there to witness the scene. Of course, it was after school. I decided to go to the restroom. If the egg is going to crack, it's probably going to make a big mess. The shaking egg produced anticipation in my soul. My black Nikes crushed some of the fallen shells. I entered the bathroom and stood over the sink. What if it's dangerous?  Reaching into my black jacket's pocket, I pulled out a pen. This can make a deep stab with effort. Now I'm prepared, and hopefully, not for the worse.

    As more and more shells fell into the sink, a red glow appeared from the center. Holy shit. More and more shells fell. The glow got bigger and bigger. I felt it getting warmer and warmer. Shriek. Where did that come from? I turned around. More screams. Some from males and some from females. I stare down at the now enlarging egg again. Is it coming from this? At that thought, the egg fell out of my hands. Its final shells shattered onto the floor. By then, it was a big ball of fire, and it rose above to the middle of the air.

Slowly and cautiously, the fireball started to circle me. The fireball went faster and faster. Wind rippled my hijab. What the hell is going on? I started to yell for help, but the hot, roaring wind overpowered my voice. My body began to rise on its own and glide to the edge of the orbit. Everything happened in slow motion: I turned my head to the left, and the last thing I saw was naked bodies—of both men and women—in flaming hot fire, yelling and screaming in pain and agony. Their flesh was blackened and charred, yet they still were alive. Chains hooked them by their bony hands as their discolored bodies were set into a specific position. Their teeth a shade of dark brown and their hair stringy and coarse. The blazing pit was deep; oceanic deep. Bawling and wailing echoed in my head. The ball of fire approached me. My eyes widened and my mouth opened as my body sucked into the fiery pit.

Well, fuck.

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Mrs. Pulley exasperatingly put down her students' worksheet and headed down to the bathroom closest towards the teacher's lounge. As she was walking, she noticed small brown shells leading to the women's restroom. Strange, she thought. She entered the bathroom and strolled to the mirror. Today was a stressful day for her. Might as well ensure I'm looking my best for the meeting. Instead, she found a heap of clothing including a black dress, blue jeans jacket, dark glasses, sneakers, and a backpack along with broken eggshells.

Wait, aren't those Najma's?

EDIT: I just wanted to add some "fun facts". First off, this story I wrote in my English class.  My teacher put up a prompt on the board, and it was something about opening your locker, and it has a strange egg in it. Sorry to disappoint 😂.
Secondly, as I was writing this I recalled a song by Metallica's, "Jump in the Fire" because, well, they were both about fire. That's how I got the title:
"To pull you down into this pit"
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