User blog comment:SOMEGUY123/300 Word Long Stories/@comment-24381191-20150104204020

Here's one. 'Apology.'

I looked over at my parents. They kept their gaze away from me, evidently still mad. I had apologized to them, countless times. But they just wouldn’t forgive me. They still gave me the silent treatment. They wouldn’t even acknowledge me; I had done all the chores my mom used to tell me to do in hopes of their forgiveness, but to no avail.

Sighing, I returned to my room. Now that I was gone, they were surely backbiting about me. I was about to put my headphones on when I heard a thud that came from my closet. I looked over, surprised. Another thud. Since my closet had a large hole that I had made the previous summer, I could see the glint of a knife in there.

There was an intruder in my house!

I rushed out of my room and toward the living room where my parents were. I yelled at them about what I saw, but they paid no heed to my warning. I shook them, yelled at them; they still wouldn’t acknowledge me. This pissed me off a lot, but I was more scared. Desperately, I put their arms around my shoulder and lifted them. They were heavy; unable to support their weight, I stumbled into my dad’s red and white shirt.

I was going to die, whoever was in my room would kill me. I never should have stabbed my parents. But I was sorry, couldn’t they understand that?

Footsteps grew closer to me, as I looked up to face the man who would kill me. It was… it was me. Instead of going for me, he - I turned toward the couch, where my parents were seated; they had disappeared from under me. I stabbed them.

“I’m sorry,” I said to my parents.