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caiastice · 7 years

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Please Don’t Go

(A/N : Okay, so this is a story I wrote in creative writing and I am pretty proud of it. The assignment was to write a description based story and I did just that, but it still has plot in it too. Anyway, here we go!)

In the early evening on a winter’s day, large puffs of dull-colored clouds lined the sky blocking the light and the warmth of the sun. It was cold and it was dreary. Into the town, a house drenched in bright, blinding colors stood just beside a small sheltered park. In this house lived a family of three. They are said to be a very kind, helpful family. They were the talk of the town! Whatever gossip that may just happen to involve them spread like wildfire, until there wasn’t anything left to discuss.

One day, after a year of nothing, a new rumor started going around that declared the daughter, Gracie, had become very ill. She had dreadfully slow-growing leukemia that caused her to bleed and bruise easily. The poor girl was bedstruck due to the protectiveness of her mother and father. This caused her to become very lonely and spent all of her time longing to be with the company of others.

And so, like this, time began to pass.

In the nearby park, a girl sat alone on a swing. Her hair draped down from her shoulders like a flowing brook. Each strand of hair was a droplet of water. Her complexion was pale and appeared even paler due to the white sundress she adorned. Her legs poked out from it and were splotched with sickly shades of purple and yellow. Her bluebell eyes held deep hidden emotion－ seeping out in the form of warm, salty tears, sticking her hair to her face.

I met eyes with that child on the swing, and she showed me her smile.

The child awoke to an unfamiliar room. She was standing in the middle of it. The painted white walls were barren of any substance and the floors were polished white marble. There were large cracks elevating the floor at certain points and lowering it at others. She had to be careful not to trip on any of the broken tiles. In the corner of the room stood a white silhouette of a person. Their skin was like porcelain, without any flaw that gleamed as if wet. They had no hair on their body at all and no distinguishable markings. It just sat there, crouched in the corner staring intently at the wall.

The girl carefully stepped over to the figure and a small gasp escaped her at the sight of it’s face－ or lack of face. There was a blank slate where the nose, mouth, and eyes would be and was cleanly polished just like the rest of it’s body.

“What－ what are you?” she asked the creature.

There was only silence in the room accompanied by the whooshing sound of a light breeze, carrying with it the scent of dead leaves. The creature didn’t respond.

She stayed in the room for a long while, though for how long, she didn’t know, but she couldn’t leave even though she really wanted to. There were no exits or any way to be rid of the thing with her. There was no door, hole, hatch, window － wait…

A crimson-colored rope had fallen from above her. Glancing upwards, she saw a hatch on the ceiling open up that definitely wasn’t there before. She cautiously wrapped her hand around the material of the rope and in that same instance, she saw the silhouette staring up at her with a toothy grin spread wide and eerie, black clashing against the white of the room. Then the rope pulled her up and through the hatch.

She woke from her dream with a jolt.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked her as she jolted up in her bed and wrapped her arms in a tight hug around me.

I patted her back reassuringly as she shook against me and offered her food. She seemed happy enough with that. I wanted to make her happy. That is why I did all of this in the first place.

“No nightmares allowed here.” I whispered with a hopeful smile.

After eating a snack consisting of wild blackberries we picked together and crackers that were left over in our cabin, I put her back to bed. She fell back asleep with a peaceful smile.

This time, the child awoke to a white room, but it wasn’t barren like the last one. The walls were decorated with different unique light fixtures and light sources. Candles, lamps, lanterns, lava lamps, light bulbs, torches, and other lights decorated the room in a warm golden light. Another girl stood in the middle of the room this time. She looked to be around the age of ten and she had honey-blond hair curling into ringlets that barely managed to touch her shoulders. Her eyes were the color of warm caramel and her skin was lightly tanned. Plenty of sunshine, but not enough to get burned. She carried with her the scent of the sea. Salt and sand coated the floor, though no ocean was in sight. The child felt strangely happy around this new girl. Said girl offered her hand out to her, and she gladly took it. There was still no exit, but she could pass the time staring into the lava lamps, blowing out and lighting candles, turning lights on and off, and other activities with her new friend.

While she was working to use a match to light a multi-colored candle again, a thin golden chain, like you'd see on a necklace, fell down from the ceiling and landed on the back of her left hand. The chain was cold against her skin and she shook it off. Looking up, she didn’t see anything it could have fallen out from, but the chain led up to the ceiling. She looked back at her friend who was smiling and who shrugged at her questioning gaze. Curiosity taking over her, she yanked on the chain.

Suddenly all the lights were extinguished except for the flickering light of a pine-scented candle and the illuminated face of a girl staring back at her.

She woke from her dream with a jolt. There wasn’t any negative feelings in the dream and certainly nothing that would make her feel afraid, but she had a tiny sliver of something causing her to shiver. I approached her only to find her awake again. She didn’t seem to have a nightmare, thank god. I rubbed her head gently and kissed her on the head. “Goodnight, sweetie.” This seemed to relax her a bit and she lied by down and struggled to fall asleep.

I noticed the windows in the corner of the room were open and I ran to get a sheet. After I covered all of the windows for sure, I laid back in the battered lounge chair that had been here from the start and took a moment to rest my eyes. The world cannot forgive me and is now my enemy, I reminded myself. I can’t send her back there. I ended up dozing off at the same time the girl finally fell asleep an hour later.

The child woke up in an empty desert filled with strange cacti and desert flowers. Right next to her was a patch of withering lilies sitting in a drying puddle. Then she saw a woman wearing a blue sundress with white floral pattern encompassing the border of the dress. She was smiling, wearing her long silky hair in two low braids tied with blue ribbons. The girl thought the lady was pretty, in a mature, elegant way. She liked her hair. The nice lady offered the child her hand and she took it with little hesitation.

They walked together along the paths of fragrant plants when they stopped at a large clearing with a single tree in the center with fountains of water falling down the rocks of the base. It was an oasis. There was a slight breeze there and there they sat together for sometime, and then suddenly…

She woke up.

By coincidence I happened to wake around the same time as my child, who had begun to stir again. I moved over to her and she widened her eyes at me. “Why did you cut your hair?” she asked me again sounding disappointed for the upmost time.

“Because I have a gift for you.” I told her with a smile and a boop on the nose. She giggled cutely and I took out my surprise for her. Two golden ribbons that I had always worn in my hair. Now my hair was far too short for them. My child’s eyes widened and she squealed in excitement. I tied her hair into pigtails with the ribbons. “I’m sorry I don’t have a mirror to show you how it looks.” I apologized sheepishly.

She shook her head and lifted her arms up to me. I understood the gesture and gently picked her up and sat back down in the lounge chair with her on my lap. I sung a song for her. “...When you wake up the end of a dream...I will be right here to wipe all your tears away, so it’s okay...Listen here I’ll recite this special spell for you...a little magic lie...The world will not forgive me, it will be my enemy.”

Suddenly my child interrupted me with a verse of her own. “...all those silly stories you read and the lies...they can all be real if you’d only believe, so listen please...please repeat those magic words like you always do...our little magic lie…”

I felt warm and fuzzy inside and hugged her close to me and she giggled. A woman who had once been unhappy and a girl who didn’t know it. It was a sad, but warm feeling when we were together. Then I continued to sing.

We were both lulled into sleep by our songs, and then the girl awoke in her dream again. She tilted her head upwards and narrowed her eyes, shielding them against the wind. Suddenly a sloppily woven straw hat was plopped down on her. She held the brim on either side of her head and looked up to see a lady that seemed to be her mom. She was smiling happily. The girl thought that her mom was pretty, in a mature, elegant way. She liked her hair better when it was long, though. Her mom offered her her hand and she took it with no hesitation. Honestly, her mom wasn’t her real mom. The kind lady took her in when she needed her the most and was more of a mom to her than anyone else.

They walked together along the paths of fragrant plants when they stopped at a large clearing with a single willow tree in the center. The breeze smelled faintly of flowers and sunlight under the largest tree. There they sat together for sometime, but when she tried to look at her mom, she was gone.

Girl’s POV

I woke up and the first thing I felt was dread and the first thing I saw was mom. She had her hands bound together and she showed me her smile.

The woman had once been in a similar situation as me. She knew there wasn’t anything I could do to help my situation, but she soon realized that she could. The lady was also abused by her parents at one time, pretending she was sick to gain attention and to explain the bruising. So…

The woman decided to abduct me in the hopes of making me happy.

She knew she wouldn’t be forgiven for it and that her crime would be punished, but she hoped the investigation of my disappearance would be thoroughly done, and in turn the abuse I was enduring would come to light. And it did.

I reached out my hand for the nice lady only to have officers hold me back.

“Grace! Please! Don’t leave me!” I cried, large tears billowing from my eyes and streaming down my face.

The nice lady glanced back at me and smiled sheepishly. “I’m glad. Now she can finally be happy.”

#story #my writes #hocus pocus #really sad #based on a song

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