r/shortstories • u/maybeYoshi • 3h ago
Thriller [TH] [HO] Blue and Red NSFW
CW: Emotional Abuse, SH, Death, Murder, Choking, Blood
"Your feet are sticking out!”
His voice menacingly echoed through the hall as I heard his footsteps coming closer. He couldn’t possibly have found me already, could he?
“You really need to work on your hiding spots — it used to take longer to find you”
A giggle escaped his lips. He wasn’t wrong, necessarily. Since we started playing again, I have found it increasingly difficult not to have him spot me. Maybe I had just gotten worse, or maybe he has just matured a lot recently. Who knows?
“Come on out! There’s no need to keep in there!”
I mean, I was sure I fully fit underneath the desk, and I had just gotten comfortable! Ok, ok, my foot might have gone numb, my back aches and a nasty splinter lodged itself into my finger while I was carefully lowering myself. Apparently not carefully enough. Still, it was cozy.
“Alright, alright you got me!”
Standing up in defeat, a gentle smile forming on my face, the pressure on my chest alleviated. My ribcage expanded and contracted again, a soft groan escaping my lips as I held my hand in front of my face. Now why did those things have to be so bright? I don’t even know what we need them for! Someone could perform surgery right here and still complain about a migraine forming.
I leant on the table, trying to make out whatever he was trying to tell me. However, this quickly proved unimportant when my hand slipped. It was like my head came crashing down, though I was able to catch myself again, a sudden jolt rushing up my finger, up my hand, up my arm and down my spine. A single drop of red stained the ebony. And even though I did try not to focus on the pain, his laughter was not more pleasant to focus on. Of course, this was the least he could do to get back at me for ratting him out, though he didn’t even seem impressed at first; he just looked right at me like you’d do to a homeless person on the street, begging desperately for food.
“We’re not even poor”
“Hmm?”
“Really? We’ve been together for so long, yet you still can’t grasp I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
I gripped the edge of the table, feeling like my legs might give in. If it weren’t for his accusations growing louder, I might have even heard the stains dropping onto the carpet one by one by one.
“Of course you should have been thrown out! All this commotion that you caused, over what?”
I stepped back from the table, appalled. Stumbling over my own feet, I landed on the windowsill, hanging on to the pale curtains. My fingers already laced in sweat, their tight grip becoming more visible as the dark red paint gently flowed along the splinter.
“That I caused?! You were the one who encouraged me to go through with it!”
“YOU liked her color.”
I stared at the barely noticeable drops tracing my rugged path to the window.
“YOU liked her light.”
Liked… what a funny word…
“YOU liked her warmth.”
I felt for you in my pocket. Still cold.
“YOU crossed the fence to get to her, holding me in your line of sight the whole time as to make absolutely sure I didn’t pull any tricks. YOU stared at me while you were supposed to only see her. YOU claimed you saw the sky when you looked at her.”
“I’m sorry, I…”
My grip on you tightened. I felt sap slowly oozing onto my finger.
“Haven’t you seen her before?”
I avert my gaze. I can feel his breath on me, crawling down my neck.
“Haven’t you passed her before?”
I gulp. My throat a desert despite being full of saliva.
“Haven’t you picked her before?”
I felt my stomach churning.
“And what happened then?”
I still feel it, trying to push past my throat. My eyes shut close, my neck contorts into my chest, my fingers curl around you.
“She was glad where she was. She was where she was supposed to be. She was in her environment that you were never a part of.”
shut up
“Yet YOU thought you knew better. Her roots fit better with you because you wanted…”
shut up shut up shut up
“You wanted what she needed for herself…”
shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up
“And now you won’t even look at her.”
My eyes still closed I landed on the floor. I could hear the lamps buzzing.
“She would have come around.”
Fingers wrapped around the neck
“She said she needed time.”
Tighter
She was on her way
The buzzing turned to whizzing turned to static turned to ringing
Wheezing
Tighter
Air
That
Tighter
You
Tighter
Caused
Black
then light
Must keep
going
warm
warm
my fingers
my finger
not clean
red
and red
and red
where he?
im so cold
warm
cold
warm
i want to go
warm
home
warm
my pocket
warm
free
warm
in the pool
warm
of what
warm
is left
warm
sky
warm
to sunset
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u/maybeYoshi 3h ago
What else are you supposed to do on the first day of Men's Mental Health Awareness month but write a story about your failed love life?
I'd love to hear criticism or your interpretations of the story, I hope it wasn't too heavy!
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