9/11 Short Stories

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Do it ”Do it,” he repeated. I was scared. I was so incredibly scared, I didn’t know if I’d even be able to move. I tried to say something, but no words would leave my dry mouth. This time he screamed the words and I swear to god, I could feel my eardrums explode. “Do I have to repeat myself one more time?” he now quietly asked. I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me go, to let it go, I didn’t want to hurt it, but again, my dry mouth was a desert hundred miles away from any water. Instead, a hoarse cry broke my silence. “She’s going to get worried,” I said or at least I thought so, I could feel the words passing through my mouth, but I couldn’t hear them. My mom must be worried. She had to. He just laughed. “You really don’t want to get me repeating myself again,” it was difficult to hear. I panicked. He looked directly into my eyes and I was trapped. They were black. Completely black. His eyes scared me more than the darkness.…show more content…
I was bleeding. My ears. They were bleeding. I screamed and he laughed, I was hurting and he laughed even more. Then he stopped laughing. “Do it!” My ears were bleeding even more. My Hello Kitty shirt had bloodstains all over it. I took it from the neighbours. The cat. It’s called Snow because it’s as white as snow. I knew what he wanted me to do. I could feel it. I could hear him talking without saying any words. He wanted me to kill it. I didn’t want to. I liked Snow. But he was losing his temperance, if a monster of his even had

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