Smile, a short story by wonderwall_95. Date added: 2012-06-25. Times viewed: 771.
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- Intro: Your hero in dark times could possibly be your worst nightmare.
“Mum?” I asked, desperate for solace. It was dark and creepy under the bridge. My mum and I were walking back from my aunt’s place miles away when all of a sudden; a shadowy figure started chasing after us. Mum pushed me under the bridge while she distracted that figure. I sat there helpless and unable to do anything.
My mum’s screams could be heard nearby. Unfortunately, our area is deserted around this time and help would only arrive after quite some time. I pray that I would survive till the first ray of dawn. What can a 17-year old do in a deserted countryside full of creeps? I swallowed my fear and stepped out of the bridge, Lightning flashed before my eyes. To make matters worse, it started raining.
“Great,” I swore under my breath.
‘Hello? Is anyone under the bridge?” A sweet soothing voice came from above, filling me with relief.
I scrambled to my feet and look up to see the charming face of a guy around my age, wrapped in a cloak and carrying a tiny lantern as his light source. Upon looking at me, he broke into a grin so wide it brought chills to my spine. His teeth were unnaturally white but I couldn’t care less at the moment. He reached out his free hand and pulled me up with ease.
“I’m Jake. Camping out under the bridge in this kind of weather doesn’t seem like a bright idea?” he said.
“I’m Alex, and I need to find my mum.”
Without waiting for an answer, I snatched his lamp and ran off, muttering an apology. After a few minutes, I could smell the thick scent of blood and the thoughts that followed frighten me greatly. I placed the lamp down and walk through some bushes, struggling to see under the heavy rain. My vision was blurred and I was cold and alone again. I was vulnerable to anything. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder and screamed for dear life. I begged for mercy and wailed in misery.
“It’s me, Alex. It’s okay.”
Crying in relief, I sank into Jake’s open arms. He was the only source of comfort and safety at that moment. Lightning flashed again and at that very second, I spotted the corpse of my mum on the ground. Her stomach was cut open and her organs were scattered all around. I closed my eyes and clutched Jake even tighter, mourning the loss of my mum. I felt like dying. Jake gently pulled me aside and placed his hands on mine, whispering to me that it would be fine. I sobbed for a while and regained my composure. I thought the pain would lessen with Jake around and smiled at him. However, another strike of lightning flashed again to see Jake’s blood-stained hands and a silver dagger sticking out of his cloak. I gasped in shock that I did not notice these earlier. Seeing my expression, Jake tightened his grip of my wrists and flashed me the very same creepy grin he had when we first met.
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