Horror stories

Clockwork - "your time is up"

Story by - couldn't find owner (part 1)
Warnings: strong language, blood and abuse

A little girl sat in her room, her messy brown hair was pulled into pigtails and her hazel eyes stared at the door, she hugged her stuffed giraffe close to her little body and listened closely to the loud yells of her father and mother.
"I never should have had any damn kids!" Screamed a loud deep voice.
"All they do is make messes and complain and draw on the walls!" He was cut off by the high-angered yells of the girls mother.
"They're children David! They don't know any better!"
" Oh **** me Meredith, I don't wanna hear your ******** excuses! I have had just about enough of them!"
"And what do you plan on doing about it!" The girl heard footsteps coming towards her room, she hugged her giraffe closer, the door was violently opened and there in the hallway stood her large, angry, overweight father, in one of his meaty hands he held a large text book.
"Stop it David!" Screamed her mother but the father ignored his wife's pleas and cries, he grabbed the little girl by the collar and she screamed and kicked, trembling and shaking with fear, the girls father harshly held up the textbook.
"This is for drawing on my ******* walls! You little *****!" .
Years later the little girl known as Natalie is now seventeen years old, like usual she stayed in her room watching tv, her dad was ranting on and on about some economic crap that she really couldn't care less about while she munched on some popcorn, she was also currently drawing a picture it had a little bit of gore in it but she liked drawing blood, it gave her some weird satisfaction other than that multitasking was no problem for her, it became apparent to her at a young age after having to do so much hard work and labor, she was able to do everything at once drawing ended up being her talent and passion, it was her way of escaping from reality.
"We're here" she looked at the large sign of the school that was red, Walkerville institution of creative arts, she sighed tiredly and stepped out, putting her backpack on her shoulder.
"See ya" she said closing the car door, she walked into the school and chatted with a couple of friends until she went up to her locker on the 3rd floor, she grabbed her books and before 5 minutes was up she ran to class. Her English teacher annoyingly held out her hand expectingly.
"Where is your assignment ms.Owlett" Natalie swallowed.
"I um... I forgot it at home" the teacher growled disapprovingly.
"Your time is up ms.Owlett don't disappoint me" Natalie felt puzzled by the thought for a moment, she didn't know why those words seemed to melt through her, she simply ignored it and went back to listening to the lesson, dozing off after not too long.
Later that day she was heading back too her locker for 4th period and suddenly her boyfriend Chris came up to her.
"Hey...c-can we...talk after school" she smiled lovingly at Chris though strangely she didn't expect anything, he was always such a sweet guy.
During her French class she paid little attention but instead doodling things from her imagination.
Blood, gore, people being stabbed and knives other people say it's pretty dark of her too draw such things but she saw nothing wrong with it for a strange reason it almost felt normal to her.
"Ms.Owlett!" She quickly covered her drawings with another piece of paper and looked up at her French teacher.
"Y-yes?" He gestured for her to move her arm with a slight turn of his head.
"Show me your work" she hesitantly moved her arm and the piece of paper too show the picture of someone being stabbed, the teacher stared, puzzled, she smiled nervously.
"Erase that and start your work" he said in a calm tone, he walked away as she sighed and erased the picture.
"And ms.Owlett" she looked up at him.
"Your time is almost up on getting your work done. I suggest doing it now." She growled at the remark, time always seems to be against her, as far as she cared, time could go **** itself.
After class she walked out of the school too find her boyfriend standing near the fence by the sidewalk, she smiled and walked over hoping her day could at least be cheered up by him...
Word count - 756