Hannibal ran. He ran deep into the forest, ignoring the screams and shouts from behind him. He wiped at his eyes. He could see her there. His twin sister. Emma. His Emma. Laying there in the coffin, lifeless. Sadie stood over him with a disgusted and horrified look on her face. He flew through the trees, crying. The shouts from behind him were getting softer, but he could hear them echoing in his mind.
' MURDERER!'
' PSYCHOPATH!'
' DEVIL!'
He was done. He was done being the kid who put up with everything. If that's what they saw in him, maybe they were right. But he really just wanted his sister and parents back.
' Drama Queen.'
Sadie sneered at him in his mind, causing him to stumble.
' You just want the starring role.'
He shook his head, backing up against a tree and burying his head in his knees, hoping to forget everything and let everything end. They were right. About everything. It was his fault his sister was dead. He couldn't get her out of that fire in time. Nor his mother or father. And it was his fault.
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The Starring Role
Short StoryBased off my original play and story, 'Jesse' and 'The Creatures of the Abstract'. Hannibal may seem like the crazy psychopath who tries to kill everyone who enters his forest. But really, he's just suffering. Suffering from rejection from his fathe...
