Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35515534-20190607152852

''' When I was 13 years old, I was a shut in. An introvert, stayed in my room all day. My parents knew this, and wanted me out of the house, with friends. In middle school, I’d eat my lunch in the bathroom; watching Netflix.'''

''' One day, I woke up with a bright, orange cat sleeping next to me. Puring, curled up into a ball. I looked up, to see my dad, and my mom watching me.'''

''' “So. What are you going to name her?”  My mother asked, hands on the doorway.'''

''' “Uhh, I think Tinkerbell.” I responded, with a smile on my face. '''

 “Why Tinkerbell?” My dad asked

 “My favorite Disney Movie.” 

''' I heard the cry of Tinkerbell. I got out of my bed, thinking she just needed food refills. I opened my door to see a gray, winged thing. Festing on Tinkerbell. I covered my mouth. '''

''' “Oh, Tinkerbell.” I let out, I felt my tears over my hand. The creature looked up, then looked in my direction. It’s yellow eyes looked in my direction. It fangs hanging out of it mouth. Creating a ringing sound, fucking with my ears. '''

'''  I slowly closed the door, and looked around for a weapon. I saw a steel lamp, I grabbed it; and took of the lamp shade, and held it like a baseball bat. I slowly opened the door, making sure it wouldn’t make a sound.'''

''' I saw the creature eating the cat like a turkey leg. I held it over my head, and hit the creature with all the power left in me. It fell to the ground, and grabbed Tinkerbell like a baby. I dropped her, and fell to me knee’s. The creature tackled me to the ground. Growling like a hound, as sliviva pored over my face. I tried to reach for the lamp, but it was too far away. It’s skin felt like leather, as I tried to get it off me. '''

''' I tried, and tried; but it was worthless. My head bumped on the floor. As I slowly, fell into a dark pit. As the creature, digged into my stomach. '''  