The Gathering
Chapter 2: To be Saved by a Beast
The phone rang. Anzu stopped the knife before it hit her chest. Did she really want to end her life? Did she care if the phone rang? Did she care that her body would be found by the person who called? Yes. She wearily picked up the phone from the kitchen counter.
"Hello?"
"Anzu? Is that you? I wanna talk to your brother! This is Ricky!"
Oh no.it's him again. Anzu HATED Ricky. Not only was he her brother's friend, but he had made her give up on art. Now why did she pick up the phone again?
"Sorry, but he's not home." Immediately she slammed down the phone. "Now where was I? Oh yea.stabbing myself.lets continue shall we not?" She picked up the knife & once more raised the blade to her chest. My life ends here. Goodbye cruel world She plunged the blade into her chest.
Then the doorbell rang.
Anzu turned around, but she forgot to stop her hand. The blade entered her arm. Blood gushed out from the wound. She felt pain, but she had to answer the door, so she quickly grabbed the nearest towel & staggered to the door. She opened the door, which felt heavy with only one arm. Her best friend, Azhure, was in its place.
"Hey Anzu! What happened to your arm?" Azhure asked, concerned. Anzu quickly thought of the best excuse.
"Ummm.I cut myself while I was cutting up some fruit." Azhure looked doubtful.
"Ok then.can I come in? You did invite me here, remember?"
Oh.I totally forgot about Azhure coming today!! It must be Saturday then. Anzu blushed & welcomed her friend in.
The rest of the day, they played around with video games, played with the dog, & watched some TV. When Azhure went home, Anzu had forgotten about killing herself. She went back to her room & read a book on murder cases going wrong. Her dog entered her room, so Anzu read out loud to her dog. The dog seemed to be listening; cocking her head to one side when Anzu sounded confused when she reached an awkwardly worded sentence, lying down when they reached a boring part, & sitting up when the action & gore started.
When Anzu read a case thought of bring suicide but ended up being a murder, she remembered what she had tried to do in the morning. She glanced at her dog, who was looking back at her, waiting for her to continue the story. She now knew what was preventing her from leaving this mortal life: her dog.
Why had she turned around when the doorbell rang instead of just running to the door? Why had she picked up the phone when she was dreading the high schooler to call back? It was because of her relationship she & her dog had. She rubbed her dog's head, with the creature wagging her tail in response. Soon enough, Anzu fell asleep. A few minutes later, the dog went onto the bed & curled up next to her master.
A dog's dream can be disturbing. She was running from an unknown shadow. Looking back but only seeing darkness. Panicking because she didn't know what was happening. The road was long. She picked up her pace. The little legs became a blur of black. She turned a curve. Somehow, the road looked familiar. As if she had went on this very concrete many times.
She kept on running. Looking back once more & picking up her pace after every glance. The shadow threw something off its feet & gained more speed. It was catching up. The dog saw what her master called a "car" zooming by, followed by more "cars". Now that the shadow was closer, she could hear it yelling for her to stop. The voice sounded oddly familiar.
"GINGER!! STOP!!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT CAR!! STOP!!! STAY!! SIT!!"
What car? A sickening thud of flesh contacting with metal. A yelp of pain. A skidding of rubber & concrete. Red overtook the dog's sight. Then came darkness. Then Ginger woke up.
Chapter 2: To be Saved by a Beast
The phone rang. Anzu stopped the knife before it hit her chest. Did she really want to end her life? Did she care if the phone rang? Did she care that her body would be found by the person who called? Yes. She wearily picked up the phone from the kitchen counter.
"Hello?"
"Anzu? Is that you? I wanna talk to your brother! This is Ricky!"
Oh no.it's him again. Anzu HATED Ricky. Not only was he her brother's friend, but he had made her give up on art. Now why did she pick up the phone again?
"Sorry, but he's not home." Immediately she slammed down the phone. "Now where was I? Oh yea.stabbing myself.lets continue shall we not?" She picked up the knife & once more raised the blade to her chest. My life ends here. Goodbye cruel world She plunged the blade into her chest.
Then the doorbell rang.
Anzu turned around, but she forgot to stop her hand. The blade entered her arm. Blood gushed out from the wound. She felt pain, but she had to answer the door, so she quickly grabbed the nearest towel & staggered to the door. She opened the door, which felt heavy with only one arm. Her best friend, Azhure, was in its place.
"Hey Anzu! What happened to your arm?" Azhure asked, concerned. Anzu quickly thought of the best excuse.
"Ummm.I cut myself while I was cutting up some fruit." Azhure looked doubtful.
"Ok then.can I come in? You did invite me here, remember?"
Oh.I totally forgot about Azhure coming today!! It must be Saturday then. Anzu blushed & welcomed her friend in.
The rest of the day, they played around with video games, played with the dog, & watched some TV. When Azhure went home, Anzu had forgotten about killing herself. She went back to her room & read a book on murder cases going wrong. Her dog entered her room, so Anzu read out loud to her dog. The dog seemed to be listening; cocking her head to one side when Anzu sounded confused when she reached an awkwardly worded sentence, lying down when they reached a boring part, & sitting up when the action & gore started.
When Anzu read a case thought of bring suicide but ended up being a murder, she remembered what she had tried to do in the morning. She glanced at her dog, who was looking back at her, waiting for her to continue the story. She now knew what was preventing her from leaving this mortal life: her dog.
Why had she turned around when the doorbell rang instead of just running to the door? Why had she picked up the phone when she was dreading the high schooler to call back? It was because of her relationship she & her dog had. She rubbed her dog's head, with the creature wagging her tail in response. Soon enough, Anzu fell asleep. A few minutes later, the dog went onto the bed & curled up next to her master.
A dog's dream can be disturbing. She was running from an unknown shadow. Looking back but only seeing darkness. Panicking because she didn't know what was happening. The road was long. She picked up her pace. The little legs became a blur of black. She turned a curve. Somehow, the road looked familiar. As if she had went on this very concrete many times.
She kept on running. Looking back once more & picking up her pace after every glance. The shadow threw something off its feet & gained more speed. It was catching up. The dog saw what her master called a "car" zooming by, followed by more "cars". Now that the shadow was closer, she could hear it yelling for her to stop. The voice sounded oddly familiar.
"GINGER!! STOP!!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT CAR!! STOP!!! STAY!! SIT!!"
What car? A sickening thud of flesh contacting with metal. A yelp of pain. A skidding of rubber & concrete. Red overtook the dog's sight. Then came darkness. Then Ginger woke up.