Short Stories

Truth is Pain : My Story

I was standing in the middle of the room, when a gun shot rang and an eerie scream filled the room.

My name is Finley Krush and this is the story of how I died.

And how I came to find out who my murderer was.

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It was your normal average day, a Saturday.

The perfect day for a party, or to go to one at least.

I was upstairs in my room getting ready for the birthday party my friend Starla was making me go to.

It was for some guy named Brandon.

She had met him at school and wanted me to go as her date.

I was curling my long auburn hair when the door rang.

Frustrated, I set the curling iron down and walked down the steps to the front door.

The party started in an hour and a half and I had already procrastinated enough in getting ready.

Looking out the peephole, I groaned loudly.

It was my psychopath ex-boyfriend, John.

He wasn't always crazy, but after I had dumped him because he started to get aggressive, he got super crazy and weird, saying I was the only thing keeping him alive and going and stuff.

I knew he wouldn't go away until he talked to me, so I unlocked the door and opened it just a crack.

"What do you want, John?" I seethed through my teeth, trying to sound nice.

"You, Finley." He tried to push the door open more, but I held it closed.

"Go away, John."

"You know I won't, Finley. I'll always be here, waiting for you to come back to me."

"No. I won't, John. We're done. I'll never go back to you." I shut the door and locked it.

I could hear him shouting outside.

After a while it didn't seem like it was coming from behind the door, more like from a different place around the house.

I began to walk around with my half curled hair. I walked into the moonlight in the living room then I suddenly froze as I saw something from the corner of my eye that I would probably never unsee.

I turned to look at the window that was next to the front door in the living room.

The curtain was blowing slightly from the slightly open window, but that's not what made me stop.

John was standing there, a devilish smile plastered across his face. His head was tilted down, his dark brown hair hung over his green eyes.

He was wearing a suit, an indicator that he was probably going to the party too.

I shuddered and quickly ran to the window to close it, but John spoke before I could.

"You can't outrun me, Finley. I'll always be there..."

I mentally cringed as he walked away, keeping his eyes on the window.

I then closed the window once I was sure he had no more to say then I went back upstairs to finish curling my hair.

After I finished curling my hair, I unplugged the iron and went to my closet to pick out a dress.

I had two to choose from.

They were both lengthy and long.

One was a deep red that had a halter top with sequins lining it.