Secrets - Mercy Christopher (books to read this summer .TXT) 📗
- Author: Mercy Christopher
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Hello! This story was inspired by a few writing prompts on Pinterest that encouraged me to write and publish a short story on Wattpad and BookRix.
I am looking for someone to create a good cover and if you have a better suggestion for a title let me know. It doesn't sound or look good at the moment and I have none too little creativity with coming up with an excellent title and cover.
Started: 12:30 pm - April 7, 2021
Completed: 11:30 pm- April 8, 2021
Secrets - Short Story
It's odd, the things you remember when you are watching someone die. You remember when they were there for you. You remember the way they used to smile and laugh at your terrible and punny jokes that you came up with every day. You remember the way it felt as if you two were invincible against the world and its problems. Their life with you flashed in your mind, all of the good, bad, and ugly moments, including the moment where you looked at your hands where their was blood dripping off your fingertips and you whispered to the person, "I'm sorry." Did you really mean it though?
The silence was deafening to your ears even though the vital sign and ECG machine were making noise and staff paging doctors to other units over the intercom could be heard. You sat in the world's most uncomfortable chair but you were numb to the pain that it gave you, after hours of sitting in it. Then again it was your fault that the person laying on the hospital bed was laying there. You shake your head in denial. The police came into the hospital room to question you but you had nothing to say, mentally you were trying to come up with a lie that the person was suicidal and you came into the apartment after they shot themself. When the police did not get any answers that they wanted they left saying that they would be back or to call them if you wanted to talk about what happened. You rolled your eyes, like hell you would tell them the truth.
That night you left the hospital to go home to eat, shower, and get some rest. You stepped into the apartment where there was blood still on the white carpet and bloodied handprints on the wall, you grimaced. First, you would shower then think about making something to eat. During your shower, you stared off into space until the water ran cold then smiled to yourself. You finally got out, put on your undergarments, put on a housecoat/bathrobe, and walked out the bathroom into the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator to see what was inside, there were enough vegetables to make a delicious garden salad with lettuce, tomatoes, peppers, cucumber, cheese, and dressing. You got out the cutting board from a kitchen cabinet and a knife from the drawer to chop the vegetables. You looked at the knife in your hands and saw that there was blood stained onto it, you shrugged and proceeded to use it.
"Hello, Y/N." A dark sinister voice says from behind you. You still had the knife that you were using and spun around to look for the voice that was behind you and tried to stab the person. "I would not do that if I were you, Y/N." You stopped all motion as you looked the person up and down. It was a tall individual about 6' 5" dressed from head to toe in dark black clothing, their face was hidden by a hood although you could see the sinister smile that was plastered on their face. "I came here to congratulate you, Y/N. You did well, you passed the first test out of many. Tomorrow meet me at the same place. "
"How dare you! I trusted you! You used me." You screamed angrily at the person.
"Sweet, naive little girl. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are on your way to be a soldier." You could hear the smirk in their voice, they found you amusing. What was amusing about the situation?
"I'm no soldier, even a soldier has a meaning and value. I'm a servant to you, aren't I? Or am I a tool of yours?" You laughed bitterly. That person in the hospital was the first victim and test they had given you and now they wanted you to do more? N-fricking-O! NO!
Suddenly you transported to a future realm where you were in a dark alleyway with dozens of bodies laying on the ground surrounding you. You realized that this would be your future if you were under the person standing next to your command, you would be a puppet. They all had blood pouring out of them and pooling around them, they all had different injuries. Some had a gunshot wound, decapitation, ropes around their neck, knives sticking out of their body, or they were burnt. Their eyes were wide open, glassy with a faraway look in them. Their skin was pale with yellowish and blue tints to it except the ones that were burnt, they were black and crisp. There were flies hovering over and landing onto the dead bodies. You felt sick to your stomach and felt a deep ache in your heart. "What did you do?" You said exasperated.
"Oh, I didn't do anything. This was you. This is what you are meant to become, a machine, a real soldier without the emotions." You shook your head no at the idea of being this person's pawn. You didn't want this for your future.
The bodies that once laying on the ground stood up, the dark-clothed person pointed towards you. They turned towards you, looked at you with an emotion that you couldn't recognize in their eyes and their mouths screamed, "Accept or die!" as they walked towards you. You backed up until your back hit a wall, you became aware of your surroundings, you were cornered into a corner in the alley. They began clawing at your body still screaming and groaning at you, tears began running down your face.
"Meet me tomorrow at the same place." The person said in a monotone voice that whispered in your ear.
You heard a shrill ringing sound and opened your eyes. It was all a dream.
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Publication Date: 06-29-2021
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Dedication:
You stop and think to yourself, "When did everything go wrong?" You try to remember but there is nothing, your memory has faded into nothing. A person comes by your side, are they going to help you or hurt you? It all comes down to that you have to make a decision to help someone else or help yourself. Which will you choose? Both choices have consequences. Are you willing to take the risk?
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