Gothic Short Story Thump. Thump. Thump. I kicked the worn-out soccer ball against the chipped wall and sighed. I was alone, like always, playing soccer in the abandoned park. The overgrown grass tickled my bare ankles as I sat down heavily on the dusty ground. My dark brown bangs covered my piercing green eyes as I looked up at the darkening sky. The sun was slowly setting, turning the sky dark with angry slashes of red, orange, and black. I should probably get going if I want to make it home before it gets too dark. I slowly pushed myself off of the unkempt grass and grabbed the soccer ball, stuffing it into my backpack.
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I slowly made my way to the entrance. I let my feet carry me as I drifted into my thoughts.
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“We gave you a chance, but being the ungrateful brat you are, we had to resort to this! Now go to your room and take the pills on the nightstand. This conversation is over.” Begrudgingly, I trudged towards my bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I angrily wiped my tears away. Why don’t they accept me? Am I really a freak like everyone else says I am? I suddenly realized that secretly, I yearned for people to accept me, my parents more than anyone. Every time someone called me a freak, it stung a little. But when my parents thought that too, it was a blow to my heart. I eyed the blue pills on the bedside table. If I ever want them to accept me, I’d better take them. Unscrewing the top off, I popped one into my mouth and laid down. With tears streaming down my face, I slowly drifted to sleep.
It was pitch black. I couldn’t move. All I could hear was the line “You’ll never be loved for the rest of your miserable life.” over and over again. I wanted to yell out “Shut up!”, but I couldn’t bring my lips to move. Suddenly, a face came into view. It was dark, mangled, and horribly disfigured. “You’ll never be loved for the rest of your miserable life,” it said, over and over again. It came closer and closer until it was right in front of
“Just listen. Please,” only the desperation in his voice made me stay- well I guess that’s not true. Deeply I wanted to hear what he had to say but another side of me wanted t the apology. “Look,” he sounded as though he was on the brink of tears- and lots of them too. “I still love you.I still love you with everything I have. I was drunk and lost that night- I never called you because- because I was scared you would leave me. I’m hopelessly in love with you Abigail, I never wanted to hurt you,” in that moment he sounded so cliche that I wanted to slap him across the face. I noticed him beginning to shake his head. “I know the idiocy of what I just said made you laugh on the inside, but- the dearth of my sleep, I’ve missed you so much, please just-” I thought about it all, and the worst part is that I believed him and the only way to shut him up now, was to well. I leaned as close possible to him and wrapped my hands around his head pushing his soft lips against my own. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t him I ever needed, it was someone at all and my choice was
I heard a blood-curdling scream and I jumped. I felt silent tears running down my heavily scarred face, but they weren’t out of sadness. Mostly. They were a mixture of pain and fear. I ran into the eerie, blood-splattered room and screamed as I felt cold fingers grab my neck.
As Anne took the little cup with two pills in it, she prayed that the orderlies in her dream were not real.She dumped the pills into her mouth.
I was screaming but no words came out of my mouth. I hated myself for ever falling in love with him. I hated myself for even being capable of love. The doors open. I run to the balcony and overlook the city.
Beads of sweat ran down the back of your neck, with every failure you dig yourself deeper into a hole farther away from their affection that you so ever yearned. If one, just one, person would share some affection towards you once in your life...maybe you wouldn't be so messed up. Maybe you wouldn't be seeing the things that you do. “Ungrateful brat--” your guardians spat, as a red pixie-sized demon sat at the edge of the pot of food you just
“Gulping for air, I started crying and yelling at him: ‘What do you mean? Why did you lie to me?’ I was furious and getting more so by the second. He stood there saying over and over again, ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
A shrill scream is heard on the other side of the apartment. Jun almost ignores the sound, but thuds against the wall and bottles falling into a tub follows the scream. Jun pauses the movie he’s watching, grabs his bat next to his bedroom door, and heads into the hallway. Another scream is heard, causing Jun to jump and almost knock pictures off the wall. Jun walks to the other side of the apartment, where Tao and Kris lives, holding the bat close to his chest. A shriek is heard from the bathroom and Jun cautiously makes his way to Tao and Kris’ bathroom. Jun sees light under the bathroom door and hears music playing. Once he’s outside the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and steady’s the bat in his left hand. Jun slams the door open, completely
I was steps away. I breathed in and out. I took one step and down I went. My right foot went forwards and my left leg tucked under it. I lay flat as I slid into home.
You saw me. And there, in your eyes, what was it? Sadness? Pain? You moved around me and tried pushing your hair away from your face.
“The grass was green that day. Not like the chlorophyll filled trees of summer, but rather one shade lighter than fall olive. You could smell the fresh crispness in the air of summer coming to an end. Halloween decorations were starting to be put up, and you couldn't leave the house without a jacket. I was lying on my stomach, on a flowered outdoor blanket.
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
I touched my head and felt the burn, the perks of having dark hair. Strolling through rich neighborhoods with my cousin near my side, we finally came to an end. We came across an intersection as the last few houses appeared, with the park across the street coming into view. We watched from afar as the children rolled down the bright red slides, making their clothing and hair static, and climbing the steps to escape the dragon and flames that ignited the mulch. The parents were breathless, and chasing after their children, who were ecstatic, while other parents captured these moments on their phones.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
It was a dreadful afternoon, big droplets of rain fell directly on my face and clothes. I tasted the droplets that mixed with my tears, the tears I cried after the incident. The pain in my foot was excruciating. It caused me to make a big decision of whether I should visit you or not. I decided I would. I limped towards my bright, blue car where my bony, body collapsed onto the seat. I started the engine up but at the same time being cautious of my bleeding foot. I then drove to the destination where I was bound to meet you. I was bound to meet you after three years of counselling from my last appearance with you. I guess all I can remember is the scarring....