You're just going to watch me burn?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

not sure how I came up with this one. I hope you like it, it's a little different. please comment.



I never thought he was like this. Never thought he would just let me go. I've bailed him out of jail 7 times in the past year and a half. I've lied to the police, covering up 4 murders, paying his debts off, to those drug dealers who used him. I'm only 21, and I already feel like I've lived long enough. Day after day I am constantly checking in on Joe, always hoping he's not in trouble, or being chased. And this is how he repays me?


Early monday morning I wake up to the smell of smoke. Startled I go to jump out of bed, and find that I can't move. I look down to see what was holding me down. Rope. I was tied to the bed. Tied. A wave of panic washes over me; and I scream as loud as I can, hoping someone will hear me, and come save me.


The room was getting consistently warmer, and It was getting harder to breathe. I scream louder, and then stop, exhausted. Suddenly shrilling screams fill the room. And this time it wasn't me. I look around, terrified, trying to figure out where the screams are coming from.........nothing.


On the side wall, to the right of the bed a picture starts to form. Soon I can make out me at a young age, and then the picture moves, turning into a type of film. As my life plays out before me I see how terrible I was to my family, my friends. Even at a younger age, my life revolved around Joe. We grew up together, and he corrupted my mind. Years ago he had told me that if I am not there for him the second he wants me, then I will be killed and taken care of quickly. That alone scared me enough to do anything he said. Now I realize what a mistake it was as I see the film play, and watch as joe is with more girls then I can count, treating them the sweet way he always treated me, making me think he really cared. I realize with a heavy heart that he only treated me sweetly when he wanted something.


Filled with pain I sigh as the images start to fade. And I come back to the present, still tied down, still stuck, and the house still going up in flames.


The door opens and in steps Joe. He gives me a small smile, one that barely lifts the sides of his mouth. I call out to him, begging him to save me, let me free. He gives a small shake of his head as he walks over to me, checking the knots holding me down. Making sure they are secure. As I see his face, the content, small smile; I wish to slap him, kick him, hurt him in any way. I get a strong feeling of hatred, growing in my chest, a sick feeling in my stomach, and I know then that I have no way of an escape.


Joe steps back and stares at me, the heat is almost to much for me to bare. But it doesn't seem to bother joe, doesn't faze him at all. All of a sudden my bed is on fire. I scream and try to jerk to rope loose. Nothing works. But I keep trying, until Joe roughly pushes his hand down on my stomach holding me down, still. I start to cry, deep wrenching sobs. I'm going to die, he's not going to untie me, this isn't supposed to happen! It hurts, the heat scorches me. I sob, I scream. I look to joe, pleading him with my eyes, no longer able to say anything. He stands there. He doesn't care, doesn't appreciate everything I've done for him. I am nothing to him anymore, I was his way of getting out of trouble, he used me. I look at him once more hoping he will help me.


Don't count on it

I hear his voice in my head, as I slowly sink into unconsciousness

you never were much fun, only some pretty girl I could have for my pleasure when I needed someone at night.

My last few tears start to fall again with a new wave of pain, I stare back at him, not able to close my eyes, and watch as he stands there with that small content smile. I wish I could scream and yell to him as the room burst into flames. He still stands there, the fire surrounding him, yet not touching him. I want to scream at him, tell him I hate him. I watch the flames shoot up higher, and see my life flash before me yet again, that is the moment I realize he isn't real. He can't die, he can't burn. He couldn't get caught for murder even if he wanted to.


He was a ghost. And because of him, I am dead.  

Submitted: April 17, 2012

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good work. Keep on writing

Tue, April 17th, 2012 10:22pm


thank you! so so much! :D

Tue, April 17th, 2012 5:19pm


I like your story but I think you should slow down the speed of the story and let it build tension. It could definitely use some more sensory details. Great premise.

Wed, April 18th, 2012 7:22pm


thanks :) for the comment, for liking it, and for the advice. I'll remember that for next time :) I appreciate your help. :) thank you so much!

Wed, April 18th, 2012 4:53pm


Nothing fancy, realistic, great narration ! End of the story is amazing and beyond imagination.

Sun, May 13th, 2012 4:37am


:) thank you SO much, your comments mean so much, thanks for everything!

Tue, May 15th, 2012 6:08am

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