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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

What is torture? For fifteen year old Neena, torture has a whole new meaning that comes from the inside out.

Nine years ago, a tragedy happened that will haunt Neena for the rest of her life.

I've never written anything like this before! It actually gave me goosebumps writing some of the parts...

It was nine years ago, when I was six. Mum had tucked me into bed for the night, andI was soundly asleep when a racket woke me up from my deep chamber. I assumed it was my clumsy, yet lovable, mother breaking a plate or two. Then, I heard it: her scream. It wasn't the usual oops-I-dropped-my-plate yelp; the hysteria in her cry for help automatically sent chills down my spine. Cautiously getting up, I tiptoed down into the kitchen, the origin of the night's disturbance.

* * *

"That test was torture, dude!" My eyes zeroed in on the boy who said those words: Max Zettler.

"I know!" agreed his friend, Roy Lazareen. I approached them angrily. When they noticed me hovering over them, they took a step back.

I was known as the emotionally unstable girl, or emo as most people called me.

"You think a test is torture?" I spat.

Max looked troubled. "Uh...what I meant was it was really hard."

"Well then say that! You have no idea what torture really means." I was shaking, tears welled up in my rebellious eyes.

"Chill out, you retard!" Roy pushed me away. "We can say what we want, whenever we want." My fury got the best of me, and I pounced on him, my hands raised, ready to strike. From then on, I don't remember much; just a blur.

In the end, I was stuck in the guidance counselor's office, like always.

"What made you do it?" Mrs. Gurley questioned, with that ever-so-annoying notebook and pen in her hands.

"Your mom," I muttered. The teacher gave me a disapproving look and scribbled something down.

A light knock on the door caught our attention.

"Come in." Roy and Matt peeked their heads in uncertainly. They saw me and their eyes bugged out. "We can come back another time if--"

"No, no, please," Mrs. Gurley gestured, sounding hopeful. "Neena won't tell me what happened, so why don't you?"

Roy bravely took the stand and began to animatedly explain the situation.

* * *

At the time, what I saw confused me. Mum was naked, her clothes, ripped, thrown across the other side of the room. There was a man, with bulging muscles, rubbing my mother's body all over. Mum thrashed, yelling, and punched the man in the gut. He looked startled for a moment, but grabbed my mother, who was tryping to escape, and slammed her on the table. I sqaushed myself to the wall, not wanting to be discovered just yet. The man climbed on top of my mother and unzipped his pants.

Is he going to pee on her? my clueless kindergarten-self wondered.

* * *

I wasn't listening to Roy whatsoever; I was floating around in my own little trance. Therefore, when Mrs. Gurley lightly tapped on my shoulder, I cursed, taken by surprise.

The guidance counselor ignored it. "What made you so upset that you attacked Roy?" she tried again.

What made me do it? I don't know. Maybe it was the way Roy was smiling cockily, as if to say "I got you now, didn't I?" There was always the possibilty that I didn't want Mrs. Gurley all up in my grill anymore. It might have been the fact the past haunted me for so long, I needed to get it out there.

Everyone as a dark secret that nobody knows about, except for themselves, and I was about to blow mine.

Basically, I exploded. "You want to know what is fucking wrong with me? My mom was raped whenI was six, and then she commited suicide! To make the situation even better, I saw the whole thing! You happy now?"

* * *

"Mummy?" The man abruptedly stopped, and whipped his head to my direction. My mother, who was lying helplessly on the table, viciously squirming, discontinued to scream for help.

"Run!!" Mum screeched madly. "Run away, Neena!" Before I could even move a single step, the stranger snatched a knife from the sink, raced toward me, and held it up to my neck. I attempted to move, but he had me pinned to the wall, the sharp point of the knife only centimeters away from stabbing me.

My mother had the phone in her shaking hands, ready to dial for the police.

"If you call them," the man said, "not only will I kill your daughter, I'll kill you too. And then before I leave, I'll make it seem like you killed your own daughter. Trust me, I'm an expert at those kinds of things." He laughed menacingly. Mum started weeping.

"But, if you leave the phone alone, you and your little daughter can live happily ever after, as long as you never ever report what happened the last few minutes. Let's say you do? I will, and this is a promise, come back and kill your daughter."

* * *

Mrs. Gurley was speechless, her tongue basically hanging out. Max, that nervous wreck, gulped repetively, very loudly may I say. His face was as pale as the wallpaper, which was a pure white.

The most entertaining of all, streaks of tears ran down Roy's face.

* * *

After the man left, Mum sent me directly to bed. I didn't even complain due to the fact that she was shaking harder than a nude person would be if they were outside on a winter day and she was crying louder than a banshee.

I didn't get to sleep at all. You wouldn't either, would you, if you experienced something this bad?

The next morning, when I silently walked my way into the living room, I found Mum with the same knife the intruder had threatend to kill me with, stabbed into her chest. And the worst part of it all? Her own hands were on the handle of the knife.

There was a note on her lap. Tears blurring my vision and my own sobs hurting my own ears, I slowly picked up the note.

My dearest Neena, it read. I am truly sorry for what I did. Yes, I killed myself. But how could I live my life with what happened last night haunting me for the rest of my life? I was miserable, I was scared, I was embarrassed. I knew it would torture me until my last breath. This letter may not come to your understanding at the moment, but PLEASE SAVE THIS NOTE. That way, you can read it when you're older, and it will be your last memory of me. However,don't show this to anyone, and NEVER tell anyone about the incident that occured the previous night.

Never forgive me, the woman who made you an orphan. Never forget me, the woman who made it possible for you to see the world.

I love you so much.

Your Mother

* * *

"I didn't even understand half of it. I just understood that I was never to tell anyone what happened, so I never did. Until now." My obstructed eyes welled up with more salty water. Sniffling, I let out an enormous round of hiccups.

"What's the matter?" a teacher, Mr.Gilbert, came rushing into the room. "I heard cries. Is someone hurt?"

But he stood there, fazed, while everyone else howled with pain. Pain of the past. Pain of the heart.


(I've never written anything so tragic, ever. Just writing this gave me goosebumps! I hope you liked it.)

Submitted: July 06, 2009

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Nice start! I want to see where this goes! Keep me updated!

Tue, July 7th, 2009 1:17am


Okay sounds like a plan :D **Thx**

Tue, July 7th, 2009 6:53am


Hmmmm, thats an interesting start. I'd really like to read what happens next. I would love this to end up being a novel, and not a short story. I have this crazy image in my head of Neena and Roy becoming friends. Don't know how that happened?
But anyway, you use great descriptions and git an image of the situation in my head, whcih is really good! Keep me updated :)

Tue, July 7th, 2009 9:24am


Yeah I was going to make it a novel or something, but decided I should just experiment with different kinds of writing styles. And it might've been too short of a novel, I don't know.
haha you'll have to keep reading to find out ;]
Thankyou thankyou :D

Tue, July 7th, 2009 7:00am


Yay! You added more! I still would have loved this to have been a novel, but this is great! Its so sad and creepy and...I dont know, I just have this weird feeling in my stomach now.
The main thing is that it worked as a short story and had me wishing her mother never killed herself because thats too sad but it was still great!

Wed, July 8th, 2009 5:06am


I know that's exactly how I felt when I was writing it--I've never written anything so creepy and sketchy and scary haha.
Yeah the mother dying was kind of sad, but I gotta do what I gotta do =)

Mon, July 13th, 2009 2:39pm

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Tue, July 14th, 2009 12:56pm


oh wow, that was horrible! I just about cried! (In a good way of course) Very well written, great job! ^^

Wed, July 15th, 2009 1:36am


Haha I know what you mean. I don't think I'm ever going to write about something know :) haha Thanks so much

Tue, July 14th, 2009 6:47pm

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