She glanced down at the knife she held with quivering hands.
Lifting her gaze, she saw dozens of bodies lying around the scarlet-splattered room, her breath shuddering as she stared. Her jaw worked up and down silently as she tried to hold her composure- a glistening substance filled her dark eyes. Her hands clenched around the knife. She felt the blade dig into her skin; saw blood leaking through her fingers.
The pain she felt was not pain.
Her black hair plastered to her head as she stood in place, the lump in her throat only grew. Between her legs lay a single burlap bag, filled with the money she had fought for.
All this for one bag.
She fought back her tears as she stared around the room, filled with the stench of death. A man lay sprawled on the floor before her, three bloody holes through his heart. She felt like a child again, watching her father die before her; killed by the kidnappers who stole her mother. Murdered by the devilish creation of man- a weapon that shoots lightning and cruel iron spheres. Sirens rang as the police came.
She had done this.
This was her fault.
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Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
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Comments (2)
HELLO, JESSICA!!! YOU WERE SO RIGHT THIS WAS GUT-WRENCHING!!!!
This definitely could be a story to expand on someday. Reading about the guilt she felt after succeeding and the cost of her prize was so beautifully written. And the way you describe the weapon that killed her father was unique. I knew what it was (it's a gun, right?) and never thought of describing one that way.