I felt the cold metal against the side of my head. The room pitch black. I couldn't even tell if my eyes were opened of closed. The chair I was on cold against my back, starting to hurt my shoulders. Where I was and who I was with were still unknown to me.
The only thing I know, is that someone offered me a drink. A white hot chocolate to be exact. It was a cold winter afternoon and I decided to warm up in the small bookshop café. He talked to me, asked me stuff about the book I was reading and what I did for a living. He seemed nice, a little shy. I can't remember his appearance. I only know that after a while he bought me that drink and that was it. I forgot the rest.
Just me opening my eyes in this room that was full of light about ten minutes ago. It was blinding white, the floor, the ceiling, the walls. Everything. The lights made it even worse, I thought that I was dead for a while.
But when the lights went out, I felt someone there. His or her presence just there. No footsteps. No breathing. I heard nothing. I felt nothing but the presence of someone or something. I felt nothing until the metal hit my skin. Cylinder form, cold, metal against the side. I knew this was coming from the moment I saw 'where' I was.
I tried to talk, to scream or at least make any sound. But I couldn't. I couldn't move, could't talk. My voice wouldn't let me.
The gun was applying more pressure now. It felt like it was held by two hands now. The lights flashed on. Blinding me. Not that I could see much when it was dark, but it definitely stung my eyes. But after a second, I couldn't feel at all.
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Dramatic stories without plot
Short StoryI write a lot of dramatic stories in school, and I might as well share them here! My stories don't have a clear plot or characters, they're also quite short
