I stare up into your eyes, shrieking inside my psyche for assistance. I need someone here, because I know something is happening to you, I can feel it in the core of my very soul. Every part of me is telling me to do something; to run, to hide; but it's like I have a one million pound anvil on my shoulders; I cannot move.1
And then it happens. I could tell it would happen, I knew, and now it did. Your eyes blaze and they're on fire. Your face is contorted and you're angry, terribly angry. You are going to hurt me, I know.2
And you do.3
I do not know how you do this, but you are slowly killing me inside, slowly and painfully. You're tormenting me and I'm dying, inside and out. I'm stuggling to breathe.4
What's worse is that now I look up at you and you appear even worse. You're growing bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger, and my pain is growing deeper and deeper. I would have thought by now I'd be dead, but no, now I am searing in pain and still watching you transform into worse and worse monsters.5
Your muscles are growing at an incredible rate; your black shirt is ripping at the seams but you seem not to notice. You are an evil fiend and just your looking at me is killing me. You’re killing me with your mind, and now you're reaching toward me. You're going to destroy me even further. You will destroy me, piece by piece, first in mind then in body.6
You're half finished already.7
And your hand finally reaches my arm. The strength is amazing; your touch breaks bones, your grip shatters them to pieces.8
As your hand reaches my neck I can breathe even less than I could before.9
Air is no longer coming; my throat is on fire. The only relief is that I can no longer see; my eyes have been turned off. I do not have to see your tormented face or your horrid muscles and haunted eyes. I now only feel your grip. I am now limp in your arms, all self defense defeated.10
I cry out just once more as you pick my up with one hand and I feel something sharp cut into my chest, my now broken heart, ruining my world and ending my torture.11
Now the only pain I feel is the face staring at me now. Your face. Smiling. 12
But I'm in heaven.13
Also known as: My personal hell.
Author notes
I love Avril Lavigne and My Chem!!!
..Hah. You said, and I quote, "...3. There must be a mention of one of the bands/singers on my page (ha, ha)..."
^^There's my mentioning!! Hah. Sorry. But I love loopholes.
Anyway, I FINALLY wrote something for this. I used option four, and tried my hand at horror. Tell me if it way horrible!
Cool contest!!!
For Xover contest: This is option seven! Sorry if it doesn't fit all the way...I was worried, but I wanted to try! Awesome contest!
For new contest: This is....options 1 and 6, and a little bit of 4. And bananas are yummy!
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What did you think of it? Please! lol!
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I liked it. Pure raw emotion was coming from your character. And though I know it didn't quite fit the option, it was still a twist of it, which I liked. Though one question: who was the man torturing her? Was it a demon or a real man trying to hurt her?
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It was a pretty cool story, but kind of confusing. Probably because it was too short, and well, not a lot of things were explained, like, who the guy that was torturing the girl was. But I really enjoyed it, and yeah, good luck on the contest.
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I think this story was really good to be such a short story, Taylor. I think the grammar and punctuation was also rather well done, but with a few small mistakes. Almost all of us make them. So, no big deal. it could always just be that you didn't look it over close enough.
Keep up the great work, Taylor. I look forward to many more of your future stories. They're all always amazing. -
that was creepy. i actually felt like i was the person who was being tormented. good luck on the contest. i thought this was great.
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That creeped me out. I'm serious. How could you write something so sad, so violent, so... painful?
It hurt, to read this, it hurt - not because it was bad or anything like that, this was amazing - but because it touched my heart.
Wow.
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