My Book of ART

Not Art But a Story

I need someone to revise this, and maybe I'll turn it into a full story or something

(this is for like a homework thing believe it or not)

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  A cheerful laugh echoes through the dark, empty hallway, progressively getting louder and closer to the door. "I'm finally back, my sweet little tangerine...". The excitement of finally being able to see his beloved was too overwhelming that he did not anticipate opening the door. Right when he entered, the boy was faced with emptiness.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out. Darkness. He was not happy. His face began to heat up as anger began to take over his body. "You didn't... run away, did you?" The boy paced around the room in frustration, hoping to find his beloved's hiding spot. Nothing. "I'm really sorry for leaving you here for so long...!" He yelled across the room as we waited for a response. Nothing. He left. The boy collapsed to the floor, trying to catch his breath from the amount of frustration building up inside him. Until he heard it.

'A shred of hope' he thought to himself, as a small grin formed on his face. He got up and left the room as fast as he could, trying not to lose the sound of the footsteps. In the hallway, he saw nothing, but could still hear the footsteps. Until they finally came to a stop. Those couple seconds was all he needed to be able to track the footsteps. The boy ran to where he presumed the footsteps ended and to his surprise... he was wrong. "Son of a-..." he was ready to turn around before he heard something tumbling down in a room near where he was. His grin widens as he walked closer to the room.

On the other side of the door was a younger boy, trembling underneath a table in the corner of the room, against the wall, rubbing his ankle. He was petrified, scared of what's to come if he's found. He quickly looks around the room for a better hiding spot and a bit more comfort for his broken ankle. "I don't wanna die" Were the only words that came to mind for every second that passed by. Time itself felt so slow. He may be gone already? – but then he heard his voice.

"There's no place you can hide... 'cause I'm coming after you" He laughed through the other side of the door. The younger boy covered his mouth and held back his tears. Slowly the door opened, and the sound of slow footsteps came through the door. "You're breathing... so sweet and subtle... it teases and amazes me, ahaha!" He jokingly laughed. The younger boy whimpered and trembled at the others nonchalant attitude. He was so calm, that it could only mean one thing.

"I'm not upset with you... trust me" He lightly chuckled as he walked around the room, passing the table every once and a while. "Darling look at it this way... it's all for you! I'm trying to protect you, keeping you away from all those... all those d-disgusting, repulsive, filthy, foul, obnoxious walking clumps of bones and flesh!! – oh, I'm scaring you, aren't I?" The boy walked around the room for the last time and stopped in front of the table. Where he's hiding. The younger boy's heart sped up and moves further back, his back hitting the wall. "Gee, my dear, I must confess this mess was not intended when I began... and I wouldn't want to see the pain in your eyes growing when you realize what I've been doing these pass two days...". He looked down at the floor with an upsetting look in his face.

Seconds began to feel like minutes, then the minutes began to feel like hours. The boy was still there. He didn't even move an inch. The younger one's breath began to thicken, his body drenched in sweat, with a tremendous amount of tears running down his face, the agonizing pain in his ankle becoming progressively unbearable by the second. "You're gone... and it's all my fault..." He fixed his slumped down posture and finally decided to turn around, getting ready to leave, before taking in his last breath. The younger one felt a sense of relief as the older one took a step away from the table.

"It's all their fault!!" He yelled with a wide grin on his face as he kicked what was underneath the table, perfectly aiming the others ankle. A loud cry echoed across the room as the young boy crawled out from under the table, with a pained expression. He kicked him on the side, rolling him onto his back. "Gotcha!" he walks over to him, then sits on top of him. "Finally found you... oh, I haven't felt this refreshed in so long" He laughed then sighed in satisfaction and relief. He leaned closer to his face as he took out a pocketknife from out his pocket and moved the side of the blade across the younger one's cheek. "P-please... not again" he whimpered.

"what's wrong, Kid?"