Cemetery

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A girl wakes up and doesnt like what she sees.

First one critism accpeted flames rejected

Submitted: January 21, 2009

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Cemetery
 
It all started when I woke up in the graveyard. I can’t remember how I got there or why I was there in the first place. But I do remember I had a machete in my hand. A warm bloody machete. I looked around bewildered by the predicament I was in. I wish I hadn’t. I saw dismembered bodies but only three heads. They were the heads of my three best friends. I was horrified, I shrieked and started running. As I ran I heard my best friend Rose call my name. I was too scared toi think but this thought ran through my head “Oh my gawsh, if Rose’s dead why do I HEAR HER SCREMING MY NAME?!?!?!?!?!”. I kept running but then I fell and I was too distraught to get back up. When I woke up I was in my bed covered in sweat. I was so relieved I started crying. I got up and went to school, prepared to give all three of my best friends the hugest hugs of their existences. I didn’t see them when I got there. And there was a serious announcement over the P.A…E.M.C High School we have a very tragic announcement we have lost 3 dear and precious students Rose, Jonah, and Michelle were found dead this morning in T.D John Cemetery Beheaded and dismembered. We ask that Etoile Jordan please come to the main office. I walked out of the room but I didn’t go to the office I ran out of the building. “My Best Friends are dead… And I KILLED THEM”, was the thought that ran through my head. To get home I had to pass the cemetery. I didn’t want to look but I did. My best friends’ … bodies weren’t there I figured they took them away. As I looked at that horrid place I froze. I fainted. When I opened my eyes I wasn’t me it was my body but I couldn’t control anything that it was doing. I got up and walked a powerful determined walk to the gun store. I smashed through the counter and distantly heard the salesman” Hey lil girl what the…” he didn’t get to finish whatever had taken over my body whipped out some kind of glowing knife and slit his throat. Right after that whatever was in my body left it and I was me again. I looked at what I had done and, speechless, walked out the door. I ran. I couldn’t live with this I really couldn’t. I willed myself to stand in front of the cemetery. That other thing took over when I let my body go. It went to were I guess I dropped the machete, IT obviously remembered. I raised it like a hat almost and brought it down on my head.
 


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