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Seducing hearts, one story at a time, Author - Crystal R. Martin



 This is something that arose from a dream. I actually woke up crying because it terrified me.

 A Killer Smile

"George is such a shit. Who let him attend this school?" Logan waited to see if I would defend my friend, before he continued. "Frankly speaking, his mom should have aborted him before anyone had to deal with him..."  

His words were burned into my memory. That conversation had taken place three days ago, and now the whole situation had spiraled out of control.

Let me start at the beginning, I attend Saint Rowan Prep School for the ultra-wealthy. Where there are no rules, only money talks, and silence is the golden rule. My parents thought the chance to rub shoulders with other elite kids would benefit me. If only they knew the truth.

Logan is a top state Senators son, he controls the school. His wealth and connections allow for any behavior. George, on the other hand, comes from humble beginnings. The school gave him a scholarship to attend.

Logan and George have been butting heads from the moment George walked through the door. George is all right, he just has no social training. Logan cannot accept that George is okay with who he is.

George knew something about Logan, something big. He wouldn’t tell me anything, but I told him to leave it alone. George refused to listen to my advice, instead setting this into motion.

I had just come in from rugby practice and opened my locker when the lights went out. At first, I just thought it was a normal power outage. I grabbed the flashlight from my bag. That’s when I heard Logan’s voice from a row over.

“You should have listened to your friend.”

The sounds coming from the other side of the lockers left the taste of terror in my mouth. I knew they were killing him, and could do nothing to stop them. They would just as easily enjoy killing me.

The cheering a sickening concerto to the sound of a bat hitting flesh and bone over and over. I closed my eyes against the sounds, even knowing that it wouldn’t help. I bit into my lip, holding in every bit of horror, as his screams faded to weak gurgling sounds. The beating didn’t stop until they knew for sure he was dead.

The flashlight I held trembled from the shivers wracking my body. I could not turn it on for fear of discovery, the darkness while my prison was also my camouflage. My heart thumped inside my chest as a sick feeling overwhelmed me. I almost ended up on my knees, losing the contents of my stomach. The lights coming back on, kept me standing.

I knew that Logan would be there any second. I gulped deep breaths, trying to compose myself. Footsteps and then he stepped around the corner. The bloody bat in his hand was a silent warning that matched the killer smile he wore. “There’s been a bit of an accident.”

1 comments:

You are a vivid dreamer, like me. I too have had dreams from which I've awakened sobbing. Ugh. I'm so sorry you had this dream, but good for you for writing it out. It's a brave thing to shine light on the darkness.

Monday, November 18, 2013

A Killer Smile



 This is something that arose from a dream. I actually woke up crying because it terrified me.

 A Killer Smile

"George is such a shit. Who let him attend this school?" Logan waited to see if I would defend my friend, before he continued. "Frankly speaking, his mom should have aborted him before anyone had to deal with him..."  

His words were burned into my memory. That conversation had taken place three days ago, and now the whole situation had spiraled out of control.

Let me start at the beginning, I attend Saint Rowan Prep School for the ultra-wealthy. Where there are no rules, only money talks, and silence is the golden rule. My parents thought the chance to rub shoulders with other elite kids would benefit me. If only they knew the truth.

Logan is a top state Senators son, he controls the school. His wealth and connections allow for any behavior. George, on the other hand, comes from humble beginnings. The school gave him a scholarship to attend.

Logan and George have been butting heads from the moment George walked through the door. George is all right, he just has no social training. Logan cannot accept that George is okay with who he is.

George knew something about Logan, something big. He wouldn’t tell me anything, but I told him to leave it alone. George refused to listen to my advice, instead setting this into motion.

I had just come in from rugby practice and opened my locker when the lights went out. At first, I just thought it was a normal power outage. I grabbed the flashlight from my bag. That’s when I heard Logan’s voice from a row over.

“You should have listened to your friend.”

The sounds coming from the other side of the lockers left the taste of terror in my mouth. I knew they were killing him, and could do nothing to stop them. They would just as easily enjoy killing me.

The cheering a sickening concerto to the sound of a bat hitting flesh and bone over and over. I closed my eyes against the sounds, even knowing that it wouldn’t help. I bit into my lip, holding in every bit of horror, as his screams faded to weak gurgling sounds. The beating didn’t stop until they knew for sure he was dead.

The flashlight I held trembled from the shivers wracking my body. I could not turn it on for fear of discovery, the darkness while my prison was also my camouflage. My heart thumped inside my chest as a sick feeling overwhelmed me. I almost ended up on my knees, losing the contents of my stomach. The lights coming back on, kept me standing.

I knew that Logan would be there any second. I gulped deep breaths, trying to compose myself. Footsteps and then he stepped around the corner. The bloody bat in his hand was a silent warning that matched the killer smile he wore. “There’s been a bit of an accident.”

1 comments:

Sione Aeschliman said...

You are a vivid dreamer, like me. I too have had dreams from which I've awakened sobbing. Ugh. I'm so sorry you had this dream, but good for you for writing it out. It's a brave thing to shine light on the darkness.

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