Random Short Stories

Scared

I stared at the wall and tried my best not to think of anything. It seemed impossible though, as I heard the awful, bloodcurdling screams of yet another innocent person being brutally slaughtered.

It wasn't fair, they didn't do anything, not to my knowledge. I felt bad for them. They obviously weren't ready to die, they were scared.

As for me, I wasn't even the slightest bit afraid anymore. I had been in here far too long to be scared, I was just lonely now. I missed my friends and my family, they meant the world to me and now I could barley remember their voices. I even missed the sound of my dog barking