Tasha Matthew
Stories (7/0)
Tentacles
"You're so much better than them. You don't even realize your potential." My big brother said to me. I was discouraged with school and tired of being bullied. It wasn't my fault that I had a sickness that only allowed me to take bird baths and wash ups. I couldn't submerge myself in water or take on a lot of water at once. My parents warned me that it would be dangerous for me. My brother had the same illness. Only difference is he had been home-schooled and my parents decided they wanted me to go to school like normal kids. That would be fine, but the bird bath and wash ups didn't always cover my stench.
By Tasha Matthew2 years ago in Horror
Paradise
I swam towards the glass, hitting it in a weak attempt to free myself. It hurt enough to knock some sense into me and I didn’t plan to do it again. I retreated behind a large reef in the tank. I was embarrassed, but also tired of all the people eyeing me. The other’s liked the attention, but I am an introvert. I missed the randomness and vastness of my home.
By Tasha Matthew3 years ago in Fiction
The Box
Pan was a little quiet. She mostly kept to herself. Although we were best friends she still was very quiet around me. When she did talk it was always very intelligent and specific. She liked to talk about psychology and why a person turns out a certain way. She would come over to my house and we would watch psychological thrillers and crime and serial killer documentaries. I never was a big fan, but I like how she always had a spin on the killer's life. “He is like this because he was neglected by his mother. Instead she chose abusive men over him, so he hated women and emulated the men his mother dated behaviors.” She explained to me after watching a serial killer documentary. She always seemed like she felt worse for the serial killers than their victims.Most of the time the serial killers had horrible lives growing up, filled with abuse and neglect. Pan could relate all too well. I had been to her house one time and her Mom said I could stay, but only for a short time. When I went into her room she didn’t have much of anything in it. It was a sad and bare looking room. We just sat at the edge of her bed and talked about life. As I swung my legs back and forth at the edge of the bed, I hit something under the bed. I jumped down and looked and there was a brown paper box. I slid it out and Pan jumped to her feet and grabbed me. Never touch the box and never open it, she warned. That was the most defensive I had ever seen her. She was always bullied and never stood up for herself, no matter what the kids did. We sat back in silence for a little while before I heard the front door slam.
By Tasha Matthew3 years ago in Fiction
Cake
I was tired of the abuse. The mental abuse was bad, but now Frank was starting to get violent. First it started with name calling and putting me down. He said that was to inspire me to lose weight. I guess it did help because the depression that it caused melted the weight right off. Then he became paranoid. At first it was that something would happen to me outside of the house and he wouldn’t be there to protect me. I thought that was romantic and would stay in so that I wouldn’t have my knight in shining armor worried. My friends eventually stopped asking me out and when I had work events that I had to go to, whenever I came home he would accuse me of cheating. I had moved across the World from my family when the old nicer Frank job relocated. I was so in love with him at that point I would have followed him anywhere. It’s almost as if he planned this and hid who he was until he could entrap me.
By Tasha Matthew3 years ago in Horror