Was It Worth It?I never thought that it would end like this. I had always imagined that I was different. Special. That something spectacular was going to happen to me, that I was going to be somebody.
But I had never imagined this.
It's ironic really, a straight "A" student killed by stupidity. I never would have seen it coming, not in a million years. I mean, I had always heard that it was dangerous. I had seen all the commercials, warning signs and awareness posters, but I had just never thought it could happen to me you know? I guess now I'm paying the price for thinking like that.
I don't really remember much. I was driving somewhere, to meet a friend maybe? I honestly have no idea, but I guess it doesn't really matter now. While I was driving, I heard a familiar chime. My phone was going off, and normally I would have waited to check it. But a quick peek just this on
Story Re-Write: The CreatureA flash of lightning illuminated the Creature's wet fur. The pouring rain soaked it further as it moved in for the kill. A terrified girl trapped in a corner with no escape except facing the beast.
The girl could not see the Creature clearly because of the darkness that surrounded them, but she could see its fangs and claws glistening in the moonlight. Fangs and claws that could tear through flesh as easily as a knife cuts through butter.
Against the beast, the petrified girl had no defense. She was only six, which meant that she was not fast enough to slip past it, or Strong enough to keep it at bay. She didn't even have a weapon. But what did it matter? It had just killed everyone. So whether she had a weapon or not did not affect the situation. There was no doubt that the young girl would die. The situation was hopeless.
So the young girl did the only thing she could. She waited for the death that she knew was to come. Although she was absolutely terrified, she decided to be strong
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU--I was in a zone. Absolutely nothing could stop me now. I grinned to myself as my fingers flew across the keyboard, my thoughts flowing smoothly into writing. The feeling of an amazing idea popping into your head and being able to instantly put it down on paper, there's just nothingelse like it. There are times that I just can't seem to make my hands move fast enough, desperately trying to capture the idea for fear that it will leave as quickly as it came. This was one of those absolutely amazing moments. A idea that could turn a dead story to one that is not only revived, but thriving. This may possibly be the best idea I've ever had!
And that's what it happened.
"Hey Casey, do you mind taking out the trash for me?" my mom called from the kitchen.
"Hm?" I hummed, looking up from my work. "Oh, yeah, sure thing." I quickly got up, grabed the trash, and ran it outside.