1/8. Buddy (580 hits)
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Submitted by ____ (View user info) at 2005-03-14 23:09:38 EST
0/8 Prologue: http://www.ubersite.com/m/61651
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Whilst not completely impervious to pain, Sara came about as close as it got for a girl her age. Her blood stained sheets and the deep cuts in her arms and legs were evidence of this. However, nothing could have prepared her for the searing pain she felt that morning as she was shocked out of one nightmare in to another. Sitting up in bed, she clutched her stomach tightly feeling the unbelievable heat that was coming from her skin. Her skin was being burnt from the inside.
Desperately using all her remaining energy to maintain consciousness, she scanned the room for anything that could help. Her head swam with dizziness as she realized she was close to passing out from this pain, but she was too choked up to even scream for help. Arching her back up to get her now smoking stomach as far away from her limbs as possible, she lost balance and collapsed off her bed in to a heap on the floor.
Then, without warning, the pain subsided. The heat remained, but the burning sensation stopped. Sara's head still pounded with the agony, but she started to gradually regain her vision and thoughts. Ice. She needed ice, and now. Crawling and limping as best she could, she got to the kitchen freezer and pulled out two ice packs to rest on her stomach. They were more helpful than she could have imagined. Her now numb stomach absorbed the freezing point of contact, and the cold from the ice gradually cooled down her inner organs.
She still had no idea what was happening to her. She had looked down to her stomach for the first time and had vaguely made out what looked like scrambled English letters. Her mind however was not able to comprehend what she had seen and it was around this point that her physical exhaustion finally overcame her and she passed out. She lay on her back, motionless on the floor of the kitchen, for a good two hours.
When she came too, she felt surprisingly well, all things considered. Her brain was still approaching insanity at a rapid pace; she half believed she was still in her earlier nightmare, but her pain had all but left, leaving only traces on her body. Those traces, what were they? Sara limped to her bathroom mirror, and looked down at her stomach. Perfectly visible when reflected upside down and back to front by the mirror, she read what had been burnt in to her stomach:
"8 YOU LOVE WILL DIE TODAY"
She felt a choking sensation of fear as her heart leapt in to her throat. Was this real? Was she still asleep? Would she ever awake from this nightmare? She lately considered it vaguely ironic that despite the multitude of questions and thoughts she should have had in her mind, the first thing she thought was that the statement, etched in to the burnt skin of her stomach, couldn't be true. How could it? She didn't love eight people in this world. Not any more.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud dong from her doorbell. In an almost automatic reaction, she raced to her bedroom to pull on her long black shirt that was used often to cover the scars on her body, and went to open her door.
In front of her stood a man, no older than thirty, with tears in his eyes. What was in his arms made her fear instantly transform in to pure sadness. As he laid her now dead dog, covered in tire marks, dirt and blood down on the doormat in front of her, he spoke
"I'm sorry."
She didn't reply, couldn't reply. Why had Buddy had to die? Her greatest companion and friend in life lying, unmoving on the ground now. His life force taken from him; his soul now far away.
"Really, I'm so sorry. I can pay..." his voice trailed off.
A piece of meat lay in front of her. The same friend that had been there for her as she cried, that she had gotten high with when everyone else in her life had deserted her. The man on her doorstep knew there was nothing more he could do, and turned around and walked away.
At this point another voice came from behind her.
"It had to happen Sara."
She turned her head to be faced with the dark warrior from her nightmare. Feeling a rage and fear enveloping her again, she began to stand up. But there was nothing she could do in time. He only spoke once more before disappearing back in to the shadows.
"Seven."
User Reviews
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2005-03-15 09:49:30 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck off
Submitted by OnlyBigbear (user info) at 2005-03-15 02:10:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It certainly wasn't phenominal, but it wasn't badly written, and while it may be a concept ripoff, it's not like the whole story is ripped off (as far as I know)
Submitted by Joemama (user info) at 2005-03-14 23:33:29 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
I thought it was going to be about an ocotroon
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2005-03-14 23:12:50 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I don't use the word ligger very often. oh wait, that's liger. liger.
Submitted by Thirty_Four_Eggs (user info) at 2005-03-14 23:11:16 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Would like to point one thing out before I continue. The overall idea and message behind this story is ripped off a movie I know many ppl will have seen, I accept that.
This is dedicated to that concept, as I felt it was strong enough that I wanted to attempt it myself.