matthewnguyen

Story- Cease Everything

Going to start writing stories in irregular periods of time to brush up my english skills and give me that spark i need for my creativity. Credits to Lynnie for the inspiration :D Prepare for my story, it could get quite disturbing...

Stop. It hurts too much. St-stop! It's- GAAAAHH! He fell to the floor clutching his head, almost wrenching it as the pain intensified. He blindly lashed his arms out, desperately finding that small bottle. He succeeded and frantically twisted the cap open and poured some pills into his mouth in which he swallowed immediately. After a minute, he lay panting on the ground, that small figure with long black hair was in his line of sight and he smiled. It was his sister and she was always there for him and he was grateful for that. His parents didn't pay too much attention to his pain since they were always arguing about money. He was fed up with them and wanted a better life for him and his sister, though everytime he mentioned about her, his parents would glance at him then continue whatever the hell they were doing. Pathetic.

He walked home from the park he always visited (no school could handle his problem) and took opened the front door of his house, hoping to see his sister greet him. All he received was his dad with bloodshot eyes, staring intently at him. His parents, or at least one of them had come to their senses to at least greet their chi- He was grabbed by the neck and with his throat burning with the desire for oxygen, he was flung against a wall, coughing with both a shocked and pained expression on his face. A fist came crashing across his face and his head rebounded savagely with the wall. Why...why is this happening...WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! His chest hurt so much and he allowed thr darkness eating at the corners of his vision engulf his view.

He was woken by a peculiar sensation, it almost seemed... pleasant. His sister stood before him and met with his eyes. "Kill them" she mouthed, "Kill them all". It was at that moment where he reasoned with himself. It was all so heartless and cruel, but nethertheless logical. He gave a nervous grin welcoming the peculiar sensation in his head and slowly, he started plotting the evil deed. It was 1am, the notion of midnight seemed to cliche for his liking and an act such as this would require finesse and some light. There was no fear in his mind as he pulled open a drawer and retrieved a kitchen knife. Avoiding the trash on the ground, he made it to his parent's-no, the sinner's room and the door was swung open silently. His sister, was waiting inside the room, her long black hair, melted into the darkness and her eyes, it shared the expression of child opening their birthday presents. His mother had run away according to the note she left on the bedroom floor, scrunched into a ball now. With each step towards the sinner, his breath grew quicker and more frantic almost hyperventilating with the happiness that was overcoming him. He lifted his kitchen knife,

Il continue this when i have more inspiration, and sorry for the bad plot.
i sorry i duh bad at engrish.