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Torn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Francis has been betrayed, but will he be able to escape?

Submitted: January 29, 2019

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Feet pounding on dirt. Branches smashing on skin. Tears falling.
I leap over a mossy log, not daring to look behind me. I already know the details, I just don’t want to dwell on them.

There.
In the distance stands an old shed, worn by time and shrouded by trees. I can barely make it out through the fog but I’ve visited here enough times to know.

“Francis! Stop, I don’t want to hurt you!”
She will.
I know she doesn’t want to, but something inside her has changed.

“Francis! Talk to me!”
Not wanting to waste a precious breath, I keep silent. Although I’m almost at the shed, I’ve been going long enough and I’m at the end of my rope.

A loud bang.
A bullet whizzes by, only just missing me.

“Francis…” She pleads, desperate not to let me win.
“Please…” She cries, further away.
She’s slowing down.

The carving on the door come into view. We made that together when we were young, before it all changed.

F + E
Francis + Evelyn.

I smash through the door with a thud, knocking it off its hinges. Throwing a barrel of tools over, I flinch as Evelyn shoots at me again. They miss but the loud bang still echoes through the dark forest.

I rapidly brush some crumpled leaves off the floor, revealing a hidden door. I tug at the latch, but to no avail.

She shoots again, piercing holes right above my head.
I’m running out of time…

I give it another tug, harder this time. It gives way and swings open.

“FRANCIS!”

I lower myself into the hole, hesitating to see her face one more time.
She’s stumbling over rocks, determined to reach me no matter what happens. The gun hangs by her side. Blood splatters cover her face and drench her hair, the latter of which is full of twigs. Her cheeks are stained with tears, as are mine. She looks at me dead in the eyes, her expression a mix of love and sadness, but the pain stands out the most.
She’s lost, and she knows it.

It breaks my heart to see her like this.
I slam the door shut and lock it from the inside, losing sight of her. Yet I can still see her.

We were going to have kids. I was going to propose.
Then she snapped. She snapped my brothers head. It came out of nowhere. One minute she was chatting alongside us, then she turned to him and…

She claimed she couldn’t control herself. It’s not that I don’t believe her, it’s that I don’t trust her.

Sirens wail in the distance, getting louder and louder as they approach.

A thump on the door.
Another.
It’s Evelyn.

She mutters something from above, her words muffled by the door.
One word makes it through though,

Sorry.


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