Tareth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Resa learns that she has cancer she goes into depression. Her father leaves, her mother becomes stone cold. Only her sister Amy knows what she's going through but not even that will help her now. Warning this story contains self-injury, suicide, and murder. Parental disaggregation advised.

Submitted: January 29, 2010

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The door slammed shut and feet pounded up the carpeted stairway. Another door slammed and there was a scream of frustration. I sighed as mum came in. Snow blew in through the door behind her. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge without a word. With heavy feet she trudge to the living room where the sounds of Comedy Central drifted towards me. I looked into my cup of coffee miserably thinking of the days before our family fell apart. Resa had been diagnosed with bone cancer and gone into a depression when she learned that she only had a year left to live. Mum, still grieving over dad who walked out on us when Resa had been diagnosed, became a frozen chunk of ice. A giant wedge had been driven into a family and it didn’t get any better since Resa got a pet raven named Tareth. I swear that bird was making things worse, ever since it showed up everyone in the house seemed to distance themselves even more.
Downing my coffee I winced as it burned its way down my throat. I stood up and made my way back to my room. It was dark thanks to the thick blankets that I had hung up over my windows. The floor was cluttered with clothes, books, and parenting magazines. Moving to my dresser I opened the top drawer and moved some clothes to reveal a box. Taking it out I slipped a small silver blade from inside it. Sitting down on my bed I looked at my arms, scars crisscrossed over them starting from my wrists and moving up to my shoulders. Pressing the razor to my skin I drew it quickly across my flesh, closing my eyes against the stinging pain. I repeated this until my whole arm was covered in cuts and blood. Angling my arm I watched as the blood slowly dripped into a bowl that I kept for this kind of thing. I shuddered at the pleasurable burning sting of multiple cuts. Before the bowl was half-full I grabbed a towel and pressed it against my forearm staunching the flow. The towel soaked up the blood greedily, like a vampire. I smirked at the thought of that.
“A vampire towel, scary!” I laughed as I picked up the bowl and went into the upstairs bathroom. The door was closed and inside the water was running.
“Hey Resa, can I come in?” I called knocking on the door. The only answer was from Tareth. “Resa?” I knocked again; a trickle of hot water touched my foot. I tried opening the door and found it unlocked.
Inside the bathroom was steamy and the smell of blood hung heavily in the air. Tareth was perched on the shower curtain railing, he looked at me and cawed. Looking down I saw a bloody arm hanging over the side of the tub. The bowl dropped form my hands as I lunged towards the tub, turning off the water and reaching into the bloody water. I pulled Resa up out of the water; she didn’t breath as I hauled her out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. Her entire body was covered in cuts both new and old.
“Oh my god, Resa!” Her body was hot and water logged from being in the water. Her eyes looked at me blankly and a small smile touched her lips.
“What did you do?” a screech from the door snapped me out of my trance. Mum looked at us n horror.
“I didn’t kill her!” Mum just shook her head, horror being replaced by cold determination. Walking into the bathroom she picked up a large shard of glass and looked at it.
“I should have done this long ago.” She whispered softly. Scrambling to my feet I tried to push past her. She snatched a handful of my hair and ripped me back into the bathroom. I screamed and gripped at her hands trying to pry them loose. She ignored my frantic attempts to free myself and plunged the shard deep into my chest. It squelched sickingly as it pierced through my ribs and into my lungs. Pulling it out she tossed my body next to Resa’s and watched for a moment as I struggled to breath. My body felt like it was on fire and I clung to the pain trying to stay conscious. I didn’t register my mother as she collapsed as well, the shard of glass sticking out from her own chest. Above us Tareth cawed again, shuffling his feet and fluffing his feathers, watching us die before flying out of the bathroom and out the house.


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