So...Life Sucks: Chapter 2: The Voices
So...Life Sucks: Chapter 2
The Voices:
My friend was found dead in his tent. They say it was a rapist, they say he was
taken from our cabin, taken miles out. Raped, tortured, and butchered. They found his end
trails about 2 miles away, his right arm 3 miles away. His blood splattered on our... my
cabin. I don't believe it... I know what it was... They wouldn't listen. I heard a noise from
down stairs. I couldn't distinguish the sound, but the in this empty house, it could be
anything.
When i finally made it down the flight of stairs, my draco tail was tightly coiled.
The temperature was deadly cold, it seemed to of dropped. The living room was still, but
I could still hear the noise. I looked in the kitchen, nothing there. I turned around and
saw the cupboard door open, ever so slightly, then slam shut. My red scales nearly stood
on end. The temperature dropped even more. I was shivering in my thick sweater. I took a
step froward, my foot sloshed in blood. I stared at the ground, nothing there, my foot clean
as well.
The cabinet opened even more, then shut again. A loud booming noise echoed
through the house. I fell to the ground, covering my ears. They were ringing, and felt like
they were going to pop. I opened my mouth to scream...
The cold choked my lungs. I tried to cough, but i needed breath for that. I choked
again. The cold came at me again stronger than before. This... process continued for a
few more minutes until i became light headed. My lungs hurt, and the room started to
become dark. The ice forming on the window melted instantly. My breath returned to me as
the cabinet door opened. Nothing there...
A knock on my door. I threw up on the kitchen floor. Another knock. I grabbed my
chest, and coughed. My nose started to bleed. I stood up to answer the door. The door was
being banged on by now. I walked towards it crying from the pain. "Help me..." No response
"Help me... please!" No response. I pended the door... no one there. I slammed the door shut
and soiled myself. My pants soaking wet, I couldn't move comfortably. I tried to take them
off, fumbling with my zipper, but was unable to undo it. My tired hands covered my eye as
I cried. I was trapped in here. My scales soaked with urine, my tail drooping, my clothes
soaked from bodily fluids, i dropped to the floor.
I woke up hours later, needing to use the bathroom for number 2. I tried to walk
up the stairs to the bathroom. No point, my legs to weak... having no choice but to roam in
my own filth, to tired to move.
The cabinet moved again... I died of thirst 2 days later...