Short Stories

Prompt #1

AN: This was my story for the Prompt #1 in my last chapter...it's kinda long...but, hopefully, you'll enjoy! Also, don't mind the typos, I didn't have the time to edit, but I did get the chance to write this 1486 worded story.  That's ironic.

My mother broke every plate in the house that day. Let me start over. My name is- on second thought, you don't need my name. Plus, they hold power, and I don't want you with that power over me. Okay, rule #1, don't give your name to strangers. Back to the story. It was a boring day full of tests and exams. I was almost there...the last day of my first year at school. I finished all of my tests with a (barely) passing grade. I have been homeschooled my entire life, up until now, 16. I got home and carefully pushed the front door closed behind me. My mother was in a delicate state, having been ill for the past month. But something was wrong. I quickly grabbed her a pear to snack on and crept up the stairs. The walls were empty, just like every other apartment we stayed in.  My mom and I move often, from place to place.  Usually, by now, we would already be in another country, but things started going the wrong way.  She got weaker and weaker, then fell ill.  She was losing the battle.  The doctor said that I had to go to school, now that she couldn't teach me.  When I finally stepped in front of her room, I got an eerie feeling.  Blue light (AN: or should it be green...) leaked from the cracks under my mom's bedroom door.  I threw it open and my knees buckled.  My mother was suspended in the air, but that's all I could see before I shut my eyes to shield them from the unnatural light.  But that didn't help block out the light, I could still see it through my eyelids and it did nothing to get rid of the image imprinted in my mind.  The picture of my mother in air, the blue light coming from her eyes and mouth, and shards of glass and ceramic swirled around her in a spiral.  A powerful aura radiated from her singing my exposed skin, and that's when I unfroze.  "Mom!"  I felt her gaze settle on me and forced my eyes to open.  She let loose a guttural scream and I heard everything shatter.  I covered my head with my hands and crouched while I heard the tinkling of glass all around me.  Once it stopped, I carefully stood up and brushed off the shards of glass.  I looked for my mother and my eyes fell on her limp body lying on the floor.

I ran over to her silently wording cries.  I picked her up and brushed the hair from her face.  Her eyes were wide open with shock, but her eyes were white.  I had no idea what to do.  I sat there with her in my arms and studied her closely.  There were nicks in her skin from the glass, but other than that, she looked as she always has.  Long black hair, though duller, bronze skin, though paler, tall and slender, though gaunt, and even though she wasn't wearing it, I could picture her with that kind, dazzling smile.  But what was she wearing?  White cloth hung over her body, splattered red - blood - but I didn't realize that at the time.  I got into the car, started the engine, and spread her into the backseat.  Technically, there was an adult in the car...though unconscious she was there...I guess.  But this was an emergency so I didn't even have any second thoughts.  I drive to the nearest hospital, and parked near a lesser known street, like one of those dark, shady alleys.  She should have been too heavy for me, but I didn't ponder it.  (AN: ponder, such an odd word...odd, such a weird word...ok, I'm done)   I was too numb inside to feel anything.  I walked into the lobby and everything stopped.  People turned to look at me and all the talking was silenced.  They stared at me with expectancy in their eyes. What were they waiting for? I asked myself.  Then, just as quickly as they were silenced, they started chatting up a storm, but I didn't miss the way they averted their gaze when I walked by.  Still holding my mom, I almost ran to the front desk.  The lady looked up at me, bored like, and with her sympathetic little fake voice, told me to sit down.  In my head I was literally screaming WHAT THE FRICK?!   DOES SHE NOT NOTICE THE UNCONSCIOUS WOMAN IN MY ARMS WHO HAD SMOKE CURLING OUT OF HER MOUTH AND THAT HER SKIN WAS FEVERISH AND RED!  I felt a surge of emotion and decided that she wouldn't tell me what to do.  Then, I ran like a madman through the crowd and pushed open the doors to the check-up rooms.  I dropped my mom on one of those big couch things and collapsed on the floor.

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I was barely aware of a loud moaning sound in my ear, which turned out to be me, and the cold linoleum floor sticking to my cheek.  I peeled my face off the ground and examined my surroundings.  I realized that we (my mom and I) were still in the doctor's room, but that was about it.  The light was searing my eyes, and even when I shut my eyes, I was still blinded and my head pounded like someone was knocking on my forehead asking if anyone was home...with a hammer.  Despite this, I stood up forced my eyes open and saw the floor come crashing toward my vision.  I stood up again...slowly...and held my head in my quivering hands.  Once I regained control of my body and stopped uncontrollably shaking, I straightened out and turned toward the door, facing a young man with his hands up.  He said that he was the best chance I had if I wanted to fix my mother and something else, but all O heard was the first one before I pleaded him to help her, then, as an afterthought, I warned him, " If you hurt her..." my voice came out as a croak, but thankfully, he didn't make me feel any more pathetic, "I won't," he assured me.  He offered me a glass of water to soothe my parched throat, but I defiantly refused and stuck my chin out.  I still have a little dignity, even though I probably looked like a burnt crisp and sounded like an old man.  He walked quietly over to the chair and lay it flat.  He brushed the hair out of her face tenderly and began cleaning her wounds,  I noticed a big cut on her cheek and a gash on her arm.  Her legs were unharmed because of the drape-like cloth hanging over her gaunt figure.  I hated seeing her this way so I closed my eyes and pictured her, but not her now, not even a few months ago.  A few years ago.  Before she got sick, she was a beautiful woman, and I'm not just saying that.  She had fuller lips, her black hair sleek, her eyes shining with happiness, and her overall presence radiated warmth.  She also wasn't gaunt or pale and she was always singing, she had a beautiful voice.  But ever since she fell ill, she didn't move, barely even spoke.  I missed her so much, the old her.  I always did the best I could, hoping that I could coax a little of her old self into her.  I was watching her so intently that I didn't realize that he (that guy who I still don't know who he is...or what he is...) had stood up and went to a different room.  I did notice that her skin stopped smoking, and it was possible to touch her skin without an oven mitt.  That was good progress, I guess.  All of a sudden, the whole afternoon came crashing down on me and I collapsed.  I was barely conscious enough to pull myself into a fetal position and to see the mystery man standing over me with a smirk on his face, WHAT HAS HE DONE?!  With that last fleeting thought, I blacked out.

That is it guys!  That is my story!  I hope that you liked it and if you did, please like, comment, and subscribe!  Just kidding, I spend too much time on YouTube.  So I guess, follow me!  What should this story be called?  Should I continue this story?  What do you think?  Please comment your thoughts, and if you actually read this AN, I applaud you.

Bye for now,
~Ariana