Succumb: Chapter 1

Published Jan 28, 2010, 5:08:38 PM UTC | Last updated Jan 28, 2010, 5:08:38 PM | Total Chapters 1

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The one person set to protect me, will be my down fall.

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The floorboards squeaked as I scurried down the hallway and away from the murderous intruder. I could hear him panting and cursing as he searched for me, which made my heart thunder and hammer in its cage of bone, blood and sinew. My hands trembled as I continuously searched for an opening to escape. Already, the blood dripping from my many wounds was pooling around my bare feet, making it difficult not to slip and crack my skull open. My lungs were finding it complicated to cooperate as I was drowning in my own blood.

Why was he doing this to me? I was a good girl, wasn’t I?

His knife scraped along the wall a few yards from me, making a gurgled yelp escape my throat. As the sound came, so did a torrent of blood. It spilled down my chin and onto my sweatshirt. My fingernails dug into the wall’s plaster as I tried to flee.

He was too close. Am I going to die?

“Lauren…come out to play. I’m lonely without you.”

My knees nearly buckled as that demonic voice came echoing out of the darkness. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? Eyes starting to overflow with tears, I continued down the hall. The room to my right was open, so I threw my body in it, slamming the door closed.

I know he heard it. I could hear him running towards the room.

My hands shook and my breathing was ragged as I searched for a hiding spot. Crawling under the lone bed, I tried not to leave blood trails and waited.

Why was it suddenly so quiet?

As the door burst open, throwing ruby red drops across the floor, I could see his boots as he limped into the room. Everything seemed to slow and I could see petty details: his boots were covered with mud, his pants were rolled up a little, and blood dripped every so often from the blade he carried.

My blood.

He stopped, and so did my heart. As he dropped to both knees, I knew. He had found me. I screamed as my father’s face came into view and he plunged the blade down my throat, silencing my cries forever more.

 

 

AN: Hmmm, it seems a little too short. Oh well, I guess that’s why they call them one-shots.

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