The Choices We Make (Swipe 4)

With all of the scary movies coming out, I decided to put this out from my portfolio. This is a horror story so if you do not like it, so be it. Read at your own risk.

Suddenly his legs gave way and he dropped down on his knees. The blood from his new wound was now dripping out. There was not enough time to do anything but the mission. He had never wanted this, he had only ever wanted happiness. But he couldn’t find it where he looked. At last he had resulted to this, letting other choose for him what he was meant to do, what he should be doing with his life. He didn’t believe in such a thing at first. Yet he took the easy way out, and he didn’t look back at all the things he had. Now the last mission remained, and then he could be happy. He pulled out the knife and started to crawl up the stairs. The screams that he had so long ignored were now starting to bother him again. He couldn’t live like this anymore if he wanted to be anything else. Then he heard the crying, the wailing, the balling, pleading and begging. He faltered for one moment, recalling all of the times that were precious to him all of the things that led him to this. During this moment of pause, she grabbed the lamp and hit him over the head and he went to the ground. The blood in his mouth tasted sweet and warm. He felt the slippery floor and the dried stains. She ran out the door and he scrambled after back down the stairs after her. She ran to the door and out into the road where her parents bodies were. She shook her head violently and started to run up the road towards the store, all the while sobbing over all that he had done. Slowly she ran out of breath and energy and fell down on the pavement. Nobody was around when he finally caught up to her. He pinned her down with his elbow and put his hand over her mouth so that she couldn’t scream. Then one last time he looked into her eyes. Eyes that he had once loved, and would do anything for. He couldn’t take it anymore so he looked away. He looked away from everything that he once was. He could feel her breathing change each time that she tried to make a sound. It was custom for him to hear the last words of the victim which he would take the life of. So he took his hand off her mouth and waited for what she would say. Her last words before she was taken away from her life. “The worst part is, that I am still going to love you. “ She said that, right there right then. She began to say: “ Please don’t do this” but he covered up her mouth again and it all began to become muffled and a blur. She started to fight back but he was to strong. Then he looked back into her eyes and moved the dagger through her heart.