My Short Stories

The maniac lover

        Walking. Just walking. Walking down a white hallway. Nothing was on the walls. She stepped She turned towards one of the walls. She opened the door. All that was in there was a man. His brown hair had grown out to his shoulders. His blue eyes had fear and pain in them. He had been chained to the door in front of the door.

        "So my love, how are you this beautiful morning?" She asked the man. He had a gag over his mouth so he couldn't answer her. Seeming to remember this she went over to take off the gag. 

        "How could you do this?! I don't love you!" The man screamed at her the moment the gag was off his mouth and he could speak again. She did not look pleased with the answer she got. She took a knife that was in her pocket.

        "Why do you lie to me like that!?" She yelled. She dragged the knife down his cheek. Blood dripped down his pale face.

        "Your a maniac." He said spitting at her feet. She was grossed out about the spit on her foot for a moment. Then she got mad. You could tell from her face, that not only was she mad, but she was angry. 

        "I'm not a maniac. Your just ungrateful. It was me who took you in when you had no where else to go. I was the one who would help you out with every problem you had." She said in a surprisingly quite whisper. Fear was on his face. He knew what that tone of voice ment. It meant that he was going to get hurt. Badly.

        "You know what happens when you talk back to me. I can tell by the fear in your eyes." She said getting the knife and pulling it down both of his arms. He was biting his lip. His lip was red. "Well I should go now." She said, waving back at him. Then she left. He sighed.

        The song at the side is Nine in the Afternoon by Panic at the Disco. Thank you for reading.