The Tragic Story of AlyssaA Story by Amanda J. S.This is a short story I wrote out of boredom. Hope you like it!As Alyssa
looked at her weathered reflection in the bathroom mirror, she noticed the hollowness
of her gray eyes. A skeleton, she thought.
Always, had she hated skeletons. They
reminded her of death, terror, and of mayhem. Her raven black hair was short, muddled, and
dirty. She needed a shower. She needed to feel the warm embrace of water,
washing all the stains of dirt away. Yes, a shower was what she needed. She slowly
took of her torn clothes of. When she was naked, she studied it. As it all lay
there on the floor, it looked like a pile of mud. A pile of dirt. God, how she
hated dirt. It reminded her of graves and dead people. She didn’t like death
very much. Some would even say she despised it. When she was
finally embraced by hot, soothing water, Alyssa started screaming. Her body
seemed to turn the lovely feeling into agony. You don’t deserve soothing. Not after what you’ve done. It seemed
to tell her. Alyssa jumped
out the shower and looked at her reflection once again: her before raven hair
was now gray as an old lady’s. Her skin clean, but filled with bruises. She screamed
once again, but was abruptly stopped by something. Something was in her throat. It felt like knives. She took up a hand to feel it, but there was nothing. There was no trace of anything in her throat. She hurried
down to the kitchen, only to see a burned down ruin. And when she turned around
to enter the bathroom again, it was burned and filled with smoke, as well. She
closed her eyes and wished it all away.
And when she opened them again, it was. It was all gone. The world was gone.
Everything was gone. She was gone,
she noticed when she looked down at where her body had once been. What was
happening to her? In a hospital bed, a girl is lying. Motionless with her eyes open wide. If you come close to her, you will notice the trace of scars on her skin. She scars she was cursed with in the fire. The fire of her childhood home. If you come even closer, you can
smell the horrible scent of smoke, also from the fire. And if you do
some research on her, you can read that she was the one causing the fire. She
was trapped in that house. Her father raping her, her mother torturing her, and
her brother lying at her side, doing nothing, you can read about that, as well. The tragic story
of how she killed them all, and later, after the bodies had begun to rot, she turned
on the stove, causing gas to fill the rotten air. Alyssa herself entered the
shower, swallowed broken glass, and lit some matches. How she is
still in one piece, is not to be known, but one thing is: she has a haunted
soul. © 2012 Amanda J. S.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorAmanda J. S.Writersville, DenmarkAboutHello, lovely people of Wristerscafe.org! I am a sixteen-year-old girl from Denmark, and my name is Amanda :-) I began writing about one and a half year ago, and a day hasn't gone by without me .. more..Writing
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