I survived.

A while ago, I wrote about short stories. In reaction to that post, Lauren left me the following sentence to work with. It took me a while to come up with a story, but once I started I just couldn’t stop writing. So here it is now!

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The electricity was out, rain was pouring in droves and the trees were scratching the windows. I wasn’t scared. I couldn’t be scared. Because then I would start to cry or even scream. And I couldn’t do that. Because then he would hear me and come into my room again. And I didn’t want that. I had to be brave. I closed my eyes and tried to think happy thoughts. Bunnies. Flowers. Sunshine. Chocolate. It seemed to work. I gently rocked myself back and forth and hugged Fluffy even harder. The pink plush bunny didn’t seem to mind it was almost squeezed flat. I continued my happy thoughts. Rainbows. Smiles. Puppies. It really worked! I slowly opened one eye and then the other. It was still dark around me, but it didn’t matter. I was fine. Absolutely fine. I wasn’t scared.

A loud bang immediately took my peaceful state of mind away and I had to firmly press my  head in my pillow so my scream wouldn’t be heard. A small squeak was the only sound that my pillow echoed right back at me. Hopefully soft enough to not have been heard by him. I held my breath for a few seconds and listened very carefully. I didn’t hear any footsteps coming towards my room, but it was hard to really concentrate with the rain shattering against my window. I just had to hope for the best. I held my breath again, but still didn’t hear anyone. He probably hadn’t heard me, otherwise he would have been here already. I relaxed again, only to be startled by another bang. This time I didn’t scream but just silently rocked myself back and forth, still hugging Fluffy as tight as possible. Another soft bang followed, but I hardly reacted anymore. I couldn’t be scared. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t have him coming again. I had to be brave.

While I repeated those words over and over in my head, the rain started to subside and the wind calmed down. There were no more loud bangs either. Even though the lights weren’t back on again, I had survived the storm. I was a brave kid. I didn’t scream or cry and he hadn’t come. I survived.


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