Scrape: A Short Story
Tim's POV
I trugged inside my hotel room, I found the hotel close that Jay told me. I placed a bag I had in my car. The pills shaked inside the bag when I placed it down. I should really go to the doctor's soon for another bottle.
Not now, I am too tired.
I crawled onto my bed, not caring to get under the blanket and turned off the lamp.
I dreamed of my childhood. My parents got divorced, I lived with my mom, she smoked, drank, and abused me.
I couldn't take it at the time, so I took as many pills as I could before my mom found out. I tried to kill myself, I meant nothing, I am worth nothing. Moms sent me to a mental hospital for it, I lied to the people who asked me about it. I was in late middle school, maybe close to high school freshmen …show more content…
I scratched all over the walls, screamed, left the room to get away from him. My mom nor dad wanted to take care of me, so I had to live with my aunt when I got out.
Scrape, scrape, scratch.
Scrape, scrape, scratch, scratch.
SCRAPE, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRAPE.
SCRAPESCRAPESCRATCHSCRATCH.
I woke up to feel wet on my cheeks, scatches on the wall in front of me I was on my knees in front of. I wiped the wet off my cheeks, which I found out was tears. This sometimes happens, I am known to sleep walk at times, mainly I do stuff like this with dreams of my past. I never come to dream of the time I met Brian, my first friend, I always end at some point after the mental hospital. I don't remember anything about my aunt or living with her, how I got out of her house, I don't even remember what she looks like!
I got up and got my phone out of my pocket. It was a text from Mr. Bitchyasspants, aka Alex Kralie.
I'm coming, I know where you are. Be ready, Wright.
I wasn't scared, I am not sure why. I think because I don't feel the precense…of the thing and that thing comes around when Alex is close. He, it, other, comes around when Alex is not around at times though.
Jay's
I trugged inside my hotel room, I found the hotel close that Jay told me. I placed a bag I had in my car. The pills shaked inside the bag when I placed it down. I should really go to the doctor's soon for another bottle.
Not now, I am too tired.
I crawled onto my bed, not caring to get under the blanket and turned off the lamp.
I dreamed of my childhood. My parents got divorced, I lived with my mom, she smoked, drank, and abused me.
I couldn't take it at the time, so I took as many pills as I could before my mom found out. I tried to kill myself, I meant nothing, I am worth nothing. Moms sent me to a mental hospital for it, I lied to the people who asked me about it. I was in late middle school, maybe close to high school freshmen …show more content…
I scratched all over the walls, screamed, left the room to get away from him. My mom nor dad wanted to take care of me, so I had to live with my aunt when I got out.
Scrape, scrape, scratch.
Scrape, scrape, scratch, scratch.
SCRAPE, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRAPE.
SCRAPESCRAPESCRATCHSCRATCH.
I woke up to feel wet on my cheeks, scatches on the wall in front of me I was on my knees in front of. I wiped the wet off my cheeks, which I found out was tears. This sometimes happens, I am known to sleep walk at times, mainly I do stuff like this with dreams of my past. I never come to dream of the time I met Brian, my first friend, I always end at some point after the mental hospital. I don't remember anything about my aunt or living with her, how I got out of her house, I don't even remember what she looks like!
I got up and got my phone out of my pocket. It was a text from Mr. Bitchyasspants, aka Alex Kralie.
I'm coming, I know where you are. Be ready, Wright.
I wasn't scared, I am not sure why. I think because I don't feel the precense…of the thing and that thing comes around when Alex is close. He, it, other, comes around when Alex is not around at times though.
Jay's