I watch as my paper turns fuzzy. I remember my parents bloody bodies on the
living room floor, motionless. I hear the splash of my tears on my desk and
I am brought back to reality. My test is soaked, but readable. I fill in
the answers and turned it in. I turned and the boy was watching me. As I
walked slowly I saw his eyes turn from emptiness to longing. I showed no
signs of the same feeling but my heart was screaming out to him.
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As I walked home, I had flashes of blood on walls and my hands. I cringed and closed my eyes but they still came. I needed to cry. Cry for a long time and never stop. But I could not. I had to be strong. My feelings of anguish were not supposed to show. I kept walking but I suddenly fell to my knees as my recurring nightmare played in my mind.
Flashback:
"I'll be right back ok honey? I need to talk to your parents." My mother's lawyer walked out. I wish she wouldn't call me honey anymore I'm sixteen for god's sake. I turned back to my computer and kept typing. I stopped when I heard screaming. I ran into the living room and found my father on the floor with a knife in his chest. I screamed when I saw my mother put a gun to her head.
"We realize we never loved each other Utari. Don't worry you can join us soon in the afterlife." I rushed at her and tried to get the gun but it was to late. She pulled the trigger and she collapsed, blood and skull pieces everywhere.
"Ha ha ha! You foolish child!" My mothers lawyer turned and walked down the hall towards my parents room. I grabbed the gun and ran after her. I found her putting my moms jewelry in her purse.
"You will never kill again!" I screamed and shot the woman. Her legs buckled and she held herself up with a dresser.
"You little brat! You're worthless! You mean nothing to everyone! Your mother and father didn't love you! That's why they killed themselves!" she coughed up blood and fell to the floor, barely alive.
"You're wrong. YOUR WRONG!" I shot her twice more and threw the gun at her. "My mother and father didn't kill themselves. You killed them. You killed them just as you killed me. You convinced us that we didn't love each other. You don't deserve to live." I walked out and staggered down the hall. I reached the living room and stared at their bodies. Tears came to my eyes and traveled down my face. I took the knife from my fathers chest and held it to mine.
"Don't do that." I turned and looked down. A boy about the age of six stood at my side, staring blankly at the bodies. He looked at me. "If you do that you won't live. And if you don't live your parents won't be happy."
"My parents..." I paused not knowing how to explain this. "Those are my parents." I pointed with the knife down at the floor. "Their dead now. And I have no will to live."
"Sure you do." He smiled. "If you live, you can love. Love is something everyone needs." I dropped the knife in realization. He was right. I needed love. I knelt down beside him.
"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded. I turned to leave then stopped. "What is your name?" but when I looked around he was gone. I took one last look at my parents. "Goodbye. I loved you." I got in our car and left.
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"Hello?" a concerned voice said. "Are you okay?" I looked up. I hadn't realized I was still on the sidewalk. I quickly stood and grabbed by bag. Ashtari stood before me, gazing intently.
"I'm fine. Thank you." I went to move past him but he blocked my way.
"What is your name? You know mine but I don't know yours." I stared at him almost glaring.
"Utari. Utari Suzuki." He moved and I kept moving. I glanced back and he still stood there, staring in front of him. He moved in the opposite direction until he disappeared.
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Kelia: My friend (Andrew) said if I wrote one more chapter he would forgive me. So here it is. If you want more you can either review this story or another of mine saying you want more. Thanks for your guys cooperation and patience! I will take this story down in about ten days.
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As I walked home, I had flashes of blood on walls and my hands. I cringed and closed my eyes but they still came. I needed to cry. Cry for a long time and never stop. But I could not. I had to be strong. My feelings of anguish were not supposed to show. I kept walking but I suddenly fell to my knees as my recurring nightmare played in my mind.
Flashback:
"I'll be right back ok honey? I need to talk to your parents." My mother's lawyer walked out. I wish she wouldn't call me honey anymore I'm sixteen for god's sake. I turned back to my computer and kept typing. I stopped when I heard screaming. I ran into the living room and found my father on the floor with a knife in his chest. I screamed when I saw my mother put a gun to her head.
"We realize we never loved each other Utari. Don't worry you can join us soon in the afterlife." I rushed at her and tried to get the gun but it was to late. She pulled the trigger and she collapsed, blood and skull pieces everywhere.
"Ha ha ha! You foolish child!" My mothers lawyer turned and walked down the hall towards my parents room. I grabbed the gun and ran after her. I found her putting my moms jewelry in her purse.
"You will never kill again!" I screamed and shot the woman. Her legs buckled and she held herself up with a dresser.
"You little brat! You're worthless! You mean nothing to everyone! Your mother and father didn't love you! That's why they killed themselves!" she coughed up blood and fell to the floor, barely alive.
"You're wrong. YOUR WRONG!" I shot her twice more and threw the gun at her. "My mother and father didn't kill themselves. You killed them. You killed them just as you killed me. You convinced us that we didn't love each other. You don't deserve to live." I walked out and staggered down the hall. I reached the living room and stared at their bodies. Tears came to my eyes and traveled down my face. I took the knife from my fathers chest and held it to mine.
"Don't do that." I turned and looked down. A boy about the age of six stood at my side, staring blankly at the bodies. He looked at me. "If you do that you won't live. And if you don't live your parents won't be happy."
"My parents..." I paused not knowing how to explain this. "Those are my parents." I pointed with the knife down at the floor. "Their dead now. And I have no will to live."
"Sure you do." He smiled. "If you live, you can love. Love is something everyone needs." I dropped the knife in realization. He was right. I needed love. I knelt down beside him.
"Thank you." I whispered. He nodded. I turned to leave then stopped. "What is your name?" but when I looked around he was gone. I took one last look at my parents. "Goodbye. I loved you." I got in our car and left.
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"Hello?" a concerned voice said. "Are you okay?" I looked up. I hadn't realized I was still on the sidewalk. I quickly stood and grabbed by bag. Ashtari stood before me, gazing intently.
"I'm fine. Thank you." I went to move past him but he blocked my way.
"What is your name? You know mine but I don't know yours." I stared at him almost glaring.
"Utari. Utari Suzuki." He moved and I kept moving. I glanced back and he still stood there, staring in front of him. He moved in the opposite direction until he disappeared.
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Kelia: My friend (Andrew) said if I wrote one more chapter he would forgive me. So here it is. If you want more you can either review this story or another of mine saying you want more. Thanks for your guys cooperation and patience! I will take this story down in about ten days.