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What Exactly Happened: Part 8
His gaze travelled up to the window above his head. It was wide open. Cold air blew harshly across the room, stirring the curtains, which fluttered wildly in an attempt to pull themselves together. One of them flew shut again and again as the wind whipped through the room, catching Ryan's hair and sending it flying across his face. And as he watched it, a single drop of water slowly began to slide down the window pane. Another and another followed in rapid succession. And then they were falling, cascading downwards, gathering speed as they hit the ground and rolled across the grass in a series of tiny, sparkling droplets that danced before them like miniature fireworks. Soon the whole window pane had been filled with rain, the drops running in endless, uninterrupted streams down it.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 11
Perhaps this time they would succeed. They could get away. They could flee. They could run and live the rest of their lives without ever seeing anyone, seeing anything. Without seeing each other again. This time they would be able to go far away from where nobody knew who they were or where they came from. This time they could forget it all, forget every single thing. Forget that the person in front of them was his mother. Forget that his father was a bastard and deserved everything that he got. Everything. And they would disappear, together. And nothing would ever happen to them again. And maybe, just maybe, one day…
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 10
"I'm sorry," he muttered in between breaths. "I.." "Shut up!" Ryan shouted, taking several steps towards him, ignoring the pain from hitting the wall. He raised one foot and then the other, bringing them both crashing down on the man, pinning him to the wall, his hands clutching frantically at Ryan's legs as he tried in vain to escape the force holding him immobile.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 9
He could easily tear Ryan away from him. And yet… Ryan stared up at the face of the man in front of him, looking at him in pure disgust, and his heart sunk. He looked just like Michael. Just like Michael had looked years ago. Like he did before he disappeared. The same cruel smirk. The same cold look in his dark eyes. Nothing had changed. He was still a psychopath. Ryan was still his prisoner.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 4
He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes for a brief moment, willing the feeling in his chest to calm down. Just because she remembered who he was didn't mean that he owed her any sort of explanation, especially when there was no way that he was ever going to forgive himself if he ever admitted that he'd lied to her for so long. It didn't matter how angry she was with him, he wasn't going to take advantage of her and force his way into her life.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 1
There was a day, or so that it would be considered to be in the past. when there were no more of those who are now long since dead and gone and only those who had been alive for over a decade remained. The days were dark and full of sorrow but there was always something in the air that lifted everyone up. it wasn’t just the sun but it was also hope. the hope of the future, hope that things could change and be better.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
What Exactly Happened: Part 5
Everything. Just disappear completely and start over somewhere entirely different. Somewhere he would never have to worry about these people finding him. Or about any of the dangers that he was running into. Somewhere that he would never need to remember. Somewhere that he wouldn't have to worry about dying or getting caught. Somewhere that he wouldn't have to worry about hurting anyone. Someplace so safe he would forget why he was even running away from home.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Fiction
The Reoccurring Nightmares
One day in the summer. The sun beat down relentlessly, the heat radiating through his clothes and stifling him. He was so used to being cold, but with this weather, it felt like every ounce of warmth had been leached from him. He was sweating as he trudged through a small copse of trees. It wasn't that far from his home, maybe five minutes tops, but he couldn't bear to think about how much it would suck to be caught by his parents while he was outside. He didn't want them to find him, even if they were just passing by; he was still sick, and no one knew about it. But then again, who cares, he thought. Nobody would know anyway because you're dead, you idiot, a voice inside his head whispered. He shoved it away and tried his hardest not to look back. It was easier said than done though because there was nowhere else for him to go. Even if there was, he wouldn't have wanted to go anywhere near that damned place anymore. He'd rather be out here, sweating buckets in the blistering sunlight, than sitting around in some stupid town hall discussing taxes or whatever.
By Penned by Ria2 years ago in Horror