This story is about something thats been on my mind for a while,
I Swear its not a Plan or a Fantasy, just something i had the
terminology to write and its Very Graphic, please im not trying
to hurt anyones feeling if uve been in the situation, im just
expressing my writing abilities, and im 16 years of age.
As midnight awaits us, I burrow in these bushes of waiting for
your presense, I see you seperated from the one you love,
streaming down the sidewalk, chill in the air, I sense in
security in your movement. I seek you, walking around
distractions, getting closer, I see fear lusting through your
eyes, Your smooth gentle, invulnerable body, pacing across these
uncontrollable streets of depression, as sadness lurks through
the air, I see you pulling out your cellphone, despritly wanting
someone to save you. I embrace,enarage, I cover your mouth,
pulling your will, tugging your throat, together between
buildings, I grab your body, pulling you through a steel rusted
door. Closing the door, you're squeal sounds like the rust
scraping together, knowing I was home.
Struck, by your attempt to break away from my unforgivable sin, I
slam the door behind us, tossing out the last bit of hope you
have on my bed. Tearing through your clothes with my finger
nails, I grab your arms, hearing you screach for help, there was
no one out there, you are a hopeless cause. Reviling what lies
underneath my pants, I use force, injecting you with something I
knew you could not handle. Visously thrusting your body I
sacrificing my own innocense, to ruin yours. Your heart racing,
mind begging God for mercy, Knowing you wouldn't live another day
being yourself. Blood drizzles down your vagina for filling the
sheets. Leaving traces of an unforgetable memory that would
follow you rest of everyday you may live.
Tears stream down your cheeks, relizing what I did way before I
started, was wrong, there was no way of going back now, holding
you in arms as your anzixty stuck you, you're hand accidentially
striking me, I Enrage. My childhood memories of my father leaving
me un consous on the floor, feeling as I did those days, I open
my eyes, taking myself out of you. I go to the closet.
Futuristickly thinking of myself in prison, I scream at you,
asking you if you want me to go through that shit !!? You don't
say anything. I pull from a shoebox, a gun. Adrenaline rushing
though my inner will, my finger on the trigger, seperating you
from Life or Death. I take one last look at you, pulling the
trigger, sharp bullet scworming through my brain, I see my life
pass by me, dropping dead. Myself confidence told me to whats
right. Knowing as I lay here dead, you have a chance to
breakaway, I was the only person stopping you from having Hope in
your life. You passionatley look through the window at the night
skys knowing, somewhere on this Earth... There is Hope.
Im sorry for not being the best speller in the world, but most
words should be easy to figure out.
Ive just read the Terms and Conditions, and if Booksie.com feels
the need to takedown my short story, Please feel free, im not
fighting :) .