Creative Writing: The Corpse

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A bright light stings my eyes as I come to. I look up to see where I am, the place is familiar but I can't seem to bring back the memory of this place. I notice in a cornor a dark red stain and something next to it. A body? A corpse. I try to get up but I'm held down. I look to see what held me down to see I've been tied to a chair. I hear a flip of a light switch and another light turns on, making it possible to see the corpse better, Or should I say corpses. For one of them, while the face is no longer intact I could tell by the hair and clothes that it was my best friend's older brother, Rie. He had his face completly ripped apart and his torso cut open with his internal organs ripped out. The other corpse was ripped apart so much that I couldn't tell who it was. …show more content…

WHY? WHY!? WHY ARE THERE CORPSES HERE!? WHY IS RIE DEAD!? WHO'S THE OTHER CORPSE!? WHO DID THIS!? WHO COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!? WHO COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!? AM I NEXT? I DON'T WANT TO BE NEXT! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! My mind swirled in to despair and I could feel tears stream down my face. What had happened? Why are they dead? What had happened? What had happened? "Darren." A voice calling my name breaks my thoughts. A voice I know well and the memories came swirling back and my stomach churned and it felt like I was falling through air and I wanted to throw

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