When The Milk Turns Sour

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the first of a trilogy of short stories. This is a story about one boy's death. The first is his view of things. The second will detail the person responsible for his death and the third will be a perspective away from the scene with his parents.

Submitted: July 12, 2013

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I am patiently waiting in line to buy the new Super Smash Marathon game. It is coming out in precisely three hours and I CAN NOT wait. It is a fighting game that takes gaming to the next level and I have even gone out and brought a new PC just so the whole ordeal will be special. I’ve quit my job to play this constantly. I figured, if I get good at it, I can make it to number one in the world and make my name famous.

 

My Mum is pretty damn pissed off with me right now. I told her I got fired unfairly, and she went to speak to my boss… who of course told her the truth. I had to lock myself in my room for three whole days so that she couldn’t strangle me. She eventually gave up hunting me and let me have my freedom back; just in time to join this line for the game.

 

I have heard that they are going to be putting all of the old characters, some new ones and some special guest fighters too. I would give anything just to be part of this game. I think if I was one of the fighters, I would get right to the top of the rankings with no challenge at all. Hold on one second.. “Whoah buddy. Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing pushing in?” I ask this man with an attitude. His reply shocks me, “Whatever the fuck I want to you little wanker.” With this he turns back around. I decide to put my fighting skills to the test and prove I would be top dog.

 

I swing my somewhat clenched fist into the back of his head and smile smugly before he turns to confront me. He throws his hands wildly at me and I dodge them both. At this point I’m feeling like Robert Downey JR in Sherlock Holmes. I’m planning my defense and turning it into attacks. My opposition decides to launch his head in my general direction so I raise my knee and push his face down into it; blood splutters from his nose and upper lip and I feel like a winner. I then shuffle to my right and land a nasty uppercut, sending him crashing to the floor and nicely out of the line.

 

The girl behind me looks me up and down and smiles. I know what she is thinking as she gives me a wink and I like her style. I’ll add her online later so we can fight each other. I look back toward the man on the floor as he starts to shout, his rage meter is almost full and he is about to unleash a taunt. He scarpers off down the street screaming, “You’ll get yours”. Whatever the fuck that means.

 

Surprisingly, time has gone so quick and it’s almost time for me to run inside and show my pre-order ticket. I rushed through the door not caring who I threw to the ground in my way. I got to the counter and withdrew my ticket like a mighty sword. Slapped it on the desk and reached for my wallet only to be interrupted by the most mundane voice I’d ever heard, “Hi Sir. Really sorry, but our delivery of this game doesn’t come until tomorrow now. There was a big crash…” It went on but I was too angry keep listening to his rambling on.

 

Without a single thought of what could happen I punched him in the face… very hard and I left. I walked out onto the street more annoyed than I had ever been and began my short journey home. I walked around the corner of this red varnished fence and noticed a gang standing ahead of me, only by a few feet. My heart began to race as it always did, but as always I carried on my walk toward home. I could see the door from here anyway, so I only had to run if anything happened.

 

I approached the seven or so men and went to walk calmly around them. It was then that a hand came across my chest and blocked my path. I looked into the face of the man I had beat down earlier and panicked. He has come back for me like he said he would. Oh god what do I do? I try to run for home but one of his friends grabs me. I begin to kick out and throw my fists in a blind frenzy whilst screaming for my mum to come and save me. She looks very panicked and doesn’t seem to know what to do. I keep throwing my arms tiredly and realise that my fighting spirit is gradually fading as is my body. They are brutally beating me senseless and all because that guy tried to push in.

 

My eyes are growing weary, but I notice my dad running across the street looking for vengeance as he shakes his fist in the air while screaming something my fading ears won’t let me hear. I work my way up to my feet to try and match my dad’s braveness. I lift my head to see him scream an almighty roar and see my mother balling her eyes out. My senses aren’t allowing me to see anything else, but I do notice the gang running away. I look down to see my stomach is red now. It is pouring blood from it and then I see the tool that dealt the damage. A pair of blood stained garden sheers are laying at my feet and I collapse beside them. My dad is getting closer and closer, but the light is moving further and further away, until… darkness.


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