The HauntingA Story by Lauren99There's not enough room on earth for both of them, so one always has to be gone!
I've lived my life scared... No, not scared, deathly afraid.. Afraid of him haunting me, and afraid of the soul thats trying to enter and take over MY body. I took his life, and now hes taking mine.
Today is the day when I will walk out of here not afraid of what he will do to me, or how much he will hurt me. For I am not afraid of what he can do to me, I'm not afraid of death because I know when I'm long gone, I can come back and continue the on-going haunting of death and suffering. Though now its not my turn to die. It was never my turn to die. I always suffered years after years, hiding in my house, missing the world. I decide to enjoy it, and I die. This time I will fight for my life, I will. I walk outside and it's all black, I end up in a room with just bricks for the walls, ceilings, floors. Screaming and laughter fill the room. "NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!" I spin around trying to find him, he's no where. Three straight days already. I'm going crazy, I can't think! I want to kill him. I scream with rage, but nothing works. Two weeks now. I tear my finger nails into my now clothes less body. I throw myself at the walls I hear his laughter fading from my hearing, his voice telling me things I don't want to hear. I can't take much more of this, I slam my head into the wall. My vision starts to fade, along with my hearing. I stumble to the ground, as a lay their dying, I see a picture... A picture of me and him, me and my brother when we were just boys. © 2010 Lauren99Author's Note
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