Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27331266-20151214024750

Let me tell you know, I don't know how I wrote this story in this genre because I am bad at writing horror. But life has a way with things.

Love and Poison

I didn't know what happened. It was as if my heart was snatched out of me before my very eyes. Everything and everyone must have froze, as if timed never existed. As if she never loved me, as if my heart was… Broken.



I ran away as fast as I could in the cold afternoon. It rained heavily on my fluffy blackish- brown hair which grown higher towards the heavens.



I felt my caramel skin moist, but then again, dry from the steam I was releasing from my body. My brown irises must have been surrounded by my red blood shots from the tears I wept.



I couldn't tell rather or not the tears was mine, or from the very realism of nature itself.



My clothes gotten wet as well. My tan pants and black shirt soak unto my body like my day wasn't negligent enough.



I seen it… My house.



I immediately ran up the stairs. I didn't care if others saw me. I didn't care about my surroundings. My whole consciousness was dead. I did not want to care. My very HEART was broken!



I went into my backpack, I seen my name that I written on it as I was unzipping it.



<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "Stevenith"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I went inside to get my golden house keys my parents gave me. They should have been away, they're always away, working.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I zipped up my backpack and carried it by the handle and used my key to open the door.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">When I was about to go in, I noticed my heart pumping fast. I was breathing heavily, consumed in total fatality of a torn up and abused heart.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">A lady stared at me from her porch. She was an old aged neighbor.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">She stared into my eyes as I stared into hers.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"What is wrong child?" She asked in a motherly tone.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"I don't know… I don't know what is happening to me," I responded.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After that, I felt dizzy. Human presence must have gave me an uneasy feeling. Her wooly and white colored hair was tied back. Her dress was black, just like her eyes. She had wrinkled tan skin. She sat there on her rocking chair, just staring at me…

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"I have to go… The rain… It's bothering me." I said.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Still feeling as though I was losing my mind, I slammed the door and threw my backpack on the grey carpet.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Suddenly, I found myself grabbing a glass vase and throwing it on the floor; revealing shattered pieces… Just like my love.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> 'She never loved me, she never loved me, she loved me.'

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I thought over and over again. My brain couldn't seem to focus, it was as if it was controlled by my sadness and regret. And about me hating that I've ever met such a beautiful girl.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"Mariselle… How could you?" I said to myself, then broke more useless items in the house. Mirrors, tables, chairs.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I started scratching the couch fiercely. It looked as if a monster came in and wrecked it.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"Fluffy and soft… Like her hair. Pretty pitch black irises… pretty caramel skin… And she never loved. No… She hated me!"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I yelled. And then shushed myself.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I ran upstairs to do more damage. I didn't care who was listening, or who was watching. If anyone was watching… I needed to break something like what she did to me.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Finally, I went into my room and calmed down.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"It's hot in here," I said and opened up my window.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"That… Feels good…"

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The coldness, the stormy atmosphere, the depression, the anxiety, it all came rushing in.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">After all that madness, betrayal, and anger. I went on my bed, and started to cry some more. But these tears wasn't from her now, it was from my timid self.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">All those years I built up to tell Mariselle how I felt, it all simply went away by, "I don't love you."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Fantasyoutgoing (talk)

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">At night, I was on my bed. I thought maybe having a nap will clear my mind. Make me forget about her… But it didn't work.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Even though it was going away, part of me wanted to kill someone. Part of me wanted to… hurt their heart. But of course, mentally.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"My parents will be here soon. And they will see the mess I've made. They will ask what happened. They can't know, but they will," I said to myself.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Seconds later, I heard a noise. It was very scratchy. I immediately sat up and turned around to where it was coming from.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">But, somehow I did not fear it. I did wanted to know where it was coming from, but I still did not flinch an inch from the tyranny sound.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The noise was coming from my shadow, it created a shape on the wall. A humanoid figure. And it wasn't my own.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Again, I did not care. I did not care about any being. All I wanted to do was never feel this way EVER again.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The figure came out of the wall, then it just floated there staring at me.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">It was wrapped around in dirty white cloth, which swayed ghostly. But you could see the dirty cloth not doing its work, because the floating creature was made up of a dark substance.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">It's eyes was purely white. No pupils, not eyelashes, no mouth. It was all covered. Wrapped around for me not to see.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I wonder and thought, 'shouldn't I be scared? Conflicted? Nervous?'

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">But I wasn't. In the matter of fact, I felt nothing.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"Who are you?" I asked it.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "I am the caretaker. Your heart was broken, yes? Let me fix it. Let me help you. You will never ever feel this way again." It said. It's voice was calm, but deep and thorough.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"How can that be? But if you can, please, take it away. I can't think clearly. Help…" One more drop of tear fell from my face.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "I can. But you must agree with one thing… For your heart to never be broken again, you must never love another human. Your heart must be made of stone. It must be Stygian."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I breathed in and out.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"I don’t care," I replied.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "Yes, let it be so, Stevenith. Let me, enter your soul, devour all your lust, and keep them forever in my care."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The caretaker's dark hands reached into my soul, and grabbed my heart. I soon died on the bed and felled, body and legs facing the same direction.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Stevenith's heart oozed out blood. The veins that was connected it to it ripped apart, leaving nothing but his heart on the caretaker's hand.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The dark spirit held out its other hand. There, appeared, a stoned carved into the shape of a human heart.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> "There, there Stevenith. Your hear will never be broken again."

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">The caretaker inserted the stoned heart into Stevenith, creating life in him once more.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">In a blink of an eye, Stevenith got up and breathed in the very cold air that came from the outside storm.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I looked around in my dark room. I turned on the lights and awed of how I got home.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"What… What happened?" I pondered. "How did I get here?"

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I opened his door and saw my home messed up.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Everything, ruined.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I became scared.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"No, this can't be happening. I must be dreaming… I."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Moments, the front door swung open, slamming the wall it hit and leaving a horrendous crack on the wall.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"Police!" A crowd of policemen entered the home.

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">

<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">Their flashlights was on me.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I held up my hands in the regards of showing, 'I had no clue of what happened either.'

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">One cop ran up the stairs and looked at me, flashlight still on me.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"There was complaint of yelling and loud crashing. Your parents are outside wondering what happened and is worried sick about you. Can you tell us what happened to your home, child?" The cop asked.

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">I did not know what events occurred, or how it happened. But what ever broken through my house, I immediately replied with, "I was taken care of."

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