Repeating the Pain

Trixie’s P.O.V.

*thump. thump. thump.* the door sounded. They’re here. they’re right outside the door. We don't have much more time to get out of here. *THUMP. THUMP. THUMP* the door sounded. It’s getting louder. “How many are there?!”

 my friend Sara said. I looked out the window. I couldn’t see anything outside, it was so dark...*CRASH* the window broke into millions of pieces as hundreds of hands of those monsters started to grab me. “AAAAAAHHHHHH”

 I screamed louder than a banshee. “TRIXIE NOOO!!!” 

Sara exclaimed, as I was ripped apart by the claws of the evil creations as he watched me die in pain…

I woke up in a cold sweat. “Ugh, again? These nightmares and dreams gotta stop at some point.” I said.

“Wait a minute. The guy that was there, he seemed...familiar?” I thought. 

“trixie!!” someone yelled from downstairs. “Yeah Mom?!” I yelled back from upstairs. “You’re late for school!!” she yelled. “Wait, what?” i thought as i was looking at the clock, which read, 9:47 AM?! “Ohno,notagain!Myclassesstartedat8:40!Ican’tbelateforathirdtime,thisisthethirdtimethisweek!Thereisnowaymyteacherisgonnaletmeoffthehookthistime!Thisisthelatesti’ve,HowamIgonnafacemyteacherafterbeingTHISlate?!Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” My mind raced and raced nonstop as I panicked and rushed as fast as a kid would yell, “it wasn’t me!” when they get caught doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing. 

“Trixie!” Someone else called. “I thought she was gone, d@mn it.” I thought. “Ttrriixxxiieee!!!” someone called. “ ugh, what do you want Tracie?! I’m trying to get ready for school!” I said to my aggravating little sister, obviously annoyed by her. “Well, you were sleeping last time I checked. So i thought you wouldn’t mind me coming by to look around a lit-” I cut her off.

“Well you thought wrong cause I DO mind you coming into MY room without MY permission!” I yelled at her. She tried to talk after me but I didn't let her. “Also, I know you are just trying to steal my stuff while I'm sleeping you  bratty thief, I already know it was you who stole my 14K gold ring! Do you know how long it took me to save up to get that ring from Rala?” I asked her.

“Well-” i cut her off again.“NO, YOU DON’T!” I was so mad with her. I know it was her that stole it, i just know it! But what i didn’t know was the fact she was crying her eyes out once i said it was her. I realized it when I looked at her.

“I-it wasn’t me i s-swear! i-i didn’t do it Trixie! Please y-you have to b-believe me sister!” she cried to me. But i wasn’t having it with her acting like she’s hurt over this, as if she would care about it.

“Oh please, don’t “SisTeR” me! You always try to pull the “ Oh I'm tHe liTtLe siSTeR so I gET tO Do WhAteVEr I wAnT” card! You do it all the time with mom, but guess what! It ain’t gonna work with me, cause i am so sick and tired of your bu!!$#*^ you IGNORANT LITTLE B*!&#!” I screamed louder than ever. I was angry, no, furious with her. I couldn’t take it anymore! I just-..wait...w-why…..why is she on the floor? (it gets a bit harsh by this point. read what you can, You’ve been warned.)

She was crying so much I didn't really understand what she was saying at first.

“H-how-how *hic* co-could you?! *hic* Your m-my bi-big *hic* s-sister! Y-your s-sup-suppo-*hic*-supposed to pro-protect me! *hic*”

“What? What is she talking-” my thoughts all stopped in only 2 seconds when I analyzed her, when I finally realized what I had done to her. my own little sister, bleeding profusely from the head, after i had punched her, harder than i ever have punched anyone. I then noticed she had hit the back of her head on the corner of the dresser by my desktop. That’s where the bleeding was coming from. Her mouth was also bleeding a lot. But, there was the worst part I haven't mentioned yet. (here’s the harshest part so far, read at your own risk.)

Her eye...it, it was completely ruptured. It was gone, busted, gushing blood all over her. And as I looked closer, which I instantly regret, I could see a bunch of broken pieces of her skull, the smaller pieces pouring out with the blood. I almost vomited right then and there. I was disgusted by the sight. I was frozen in time, not knowing what I could do. Then, next thing i hear from her completely shattered my heart, the heart that was keeping itself together with just a string of hope that she could survive what had happened here.

Her voice was faint as she spoke. “I-i'm sor-sorry i wasn’t t-the best sister....i w-wish i-i-i co-could’ve done b-be-better..but, i s-swear Trixie, no-o ma-matter what you d-do.....I w-will al-always l-love..you...f-forever..........”

Her voice dispersed as she had whispered her last words to me. I was choking up on tears, unable to say anything, and after 3 minutes passed I finally was able to say “I love you too tracie, I always have loved you.”

But then, after maybe 10 or so minutes of crying, I noticed something, something outside. It looked like a...person?! But how?! my room is on the second floor and we have a pretty big house! I looked closer to see who it was...wait, how?! It’s..It’s that guy i saw in my nightmare! When i looked back his way, he was right in front of me! How is he doing this?! But then he swiftly brought a switchblade to my neck and immediately sliced my throat open from the front. I looked at him in the eyes with no life left in mine. He had a serious look on his face as I slowly died next to my sister.  He then said to me.“Your life will always have a change to it. trust no one, or you’ll live through the worst and most gruesome events and deaths. Tell your sister a girl named Taylor said hi. Goodbye, and Good luck.”

I woke up in a cold sweat...

(I might be taking a hiatus on this story. I'm losing motivation for it. I have most of the story in my head already, but i didn’t realize it would be so hard to put the story onto paper. I'm sorry for anyone who, for some reason, liked my story and wants to read more. But i just don’t think i have the guts to write down the rest of my story. this is the best i got.Again, I'm sorry.)

Written by Jay M.