Wie wil mn eerste verhaal lezen? c: - Forum

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Ja, het is dus mn eerste verhaal, en hij is Engels. Wat vinden jullie?

The mother

I’m so scared. I’m hiding under the table, but she will be here soon. She, the devil, the woman I hate so much, my ‘mother’. But I don’t call her my mother, in fact she is, but it doesn’t feel like that. Mothers have to take care of their child, instead of doing the things she does to me. I’m shaking and my heart bounces like hell. Then I hear the door, a shock goes through my body, she’s back. I’m making myself as small as possible, but I know she will find me, I just know. Footsteps are coming closer, I feel that the end is near. I’ve got the feeling that I’m going to pass out, but I won’t let myself to, not now. I hear the stairs, and her awful voice saying: ‘Sweetheart, I’m back…’ She always calls me sweetheart, darling, stuff like that, but I know she doesn’t love me. If she did, she wouldn’t do this. I don’t hear the stairs anymore, so I think she’s upstairs, and she will be in my room soon. I want to scream, cry, yell, just everything at the same time, but I can’t. Maybe I will never can do that again. Then the door opens, she’s in my room. There’s no way to escape, I’m stuck in here. Why is this happening to me? Why me? I see her shadow coming closer and closer, she’s almost by the table. ‘Hello darling.’ I hear her say. She found me, please say this isn’t true, please say I’m dreaming. ‘Sweetheart, why are you under the table? Is something wrong?’ I hear her say. She says it with a sweet, but at the same time creepy voice. She knows why I’m hiding here, and she knows what’s wrong. Then she says a little louder: ‘Darling, do you remember the game I told you about? The game we would play if you wouldn’t be a good girl?’ Of course I do, that’s the reason I’m so scared, and she knows that. She is quiet because she’s expecting an answer, but she won’t get it. I’m just to scared to make a single sound, and she already knows the answer, so what’s the point. Then she continues talking: ‘We’re going to play that game right now.’ I knew she was going to say that, but still it felt like someone stabbed me with a knife when she said that. ‘You remember how it goes, right?’ If I still didn’t give an answer after a time, she says: ‘Well, I will explain it to you again. These are the rules: You’ve got 10 seconds to get out of here. Then you escape, and nothing will happen to you. But, I locked the door. The key is behind your eye. There is a knife laying on the table, if you want to get out of here, you will have to get the key. And if you won’t get out of here, I will kill you with the same knife. So it’s your choice.’ I feel my eyes burning, all I want to do is just cry, but I don’t have time for that. I just can’t imagine I would cut out my own eye, but it’s the only way to survive. ‘Go stand up, so I can start counting.’ She says. Slowly I stand up, I’m holding the table, because if I won’t, I’ll fall down. My legs are shaking so much, that I can’t even stand on them. What shall I do? I’m looking at the knife. The knife where I have to cut out my own eye with. I can’t do this, I just can’t. ’10.’ Oh no, she starts counting, so I only have 10 seconds to do this. I need to make a decision, right now. ‘9.’ I take the knife of the table, and hold it in my hand. A tear goes down my cheek. ‘8.’ I look at my mother, she’s smiling like nothing is going on. ‘7.’ It feels like my head is locked, like I can’t think clear anymore. ‘6, I would hurry up if I was you, darling.’ What do I have to do? I have no idea, really. Shall I give up? ‘5.’ I can’t do this, I can’t cut out my own eye, but then I’ll die. Then suddenly I’ve got an idea, what if I kill her, can I do that? ‘4.’ I need to try, I have no choice. ‘3.’ I’ve got 3 seconds to do this, so I need to be quickly, I’ll just throw the knife to her. ‘2.’ I take a deep breath, and then I do it, I throw the knife. I almost don’t dare to look, but I’ll have to. Careful I turn my head in her way, but she’s still standing. Then I see it, the knife hit her arm, and now she’s holding the knife. ‘How dare you…’ She says with a very, very mad voice. It almost seems like there comes fire out of her eyes. Slowly she walks to me, and she never stops looking in my eyes. Then she stands right before me, eye to eye. She raises her hand, with the knife in it. ‘Now it’s over.’ She says. And then it happens, I feel the knife in my neck. Then I feel pain everywhere. She did it, she really did it. I feel the blood in my neck, then also at my chest, then at my arms, and so on. Black spots are appearing for my eyes, and they get bigger and bigger. Then it just feels like I’m in a big black room. There’s only the black and my thoughts. But it feels like my thoughts are getting further and further away, I almost can’t hear them anymore, like they get in my head, but get out before I can hear them. It feels like I’m disappearing, and just when I think all my thoughts are gone, there comes one more, the last one. ‘I’m dead.’