Friday, May 15, 2020
Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 885 Words
Careful not to make a noise, though it wouldnââ¬â¢t matter if I did, I crept over to my victim sprawled across the floor. One, two, three. I pounded a nail into my targetââ¬â¢s head. The satisfying crack of the skull filled the room. Around me, a pool of blood began to form. Trapping, encasing, stopping me from moving. The thick liquid moved with a purpose, though I doubt it knew what that was. Slowly, then all at once, the color drained from his face, like watching the credits of a movie fade into the screen. Gone. Until next time, but, unlike a movie, he didnââ¬â¢t have a next time. Sirens wailed in the distance. Theyââ¬â¢d be here soon, but it didnââ¬â¢t matter. They were always a couple seconds behind me and thatââ¬â¢s all the time I needed to escape.â⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬Å"Late night again miss?â⬠I glared at the door, where my butler, Vincent, stood. Deciding not to acknowledge his presence, I pulled the covers over my head and rolled over. ââ¬Å"You do know what day it is, donââ¬â¢t you?â⬠I grunted in response. Vincent was lucky, I usually didnââ¬â¢t even make a noise. ââ¬Å"We have to keep the tradition. Before she died, your mother gave us specific instructions to-â⬠I shot up, sending the covers flying over the end of the bed, and planted both of my feet firmly on the cold floor. ââ¬Å"I donââ¬â¢t need you constantly trying to live my life for me. If you cared, youââ¬â¢d let me go. You wouldnââ¬â¢t still be following my momââ¬â¢s rules.â⬠Taking a shaky breath, I continued, ââ¬Å"Sheââ¬â¢s dead and I couldnââ¬â¢t care less.â⬠The clocks continuous ticking filled the quiet void. It never took this long for a response. He was a bomb waiting to explode. It would be ironic if thatââ¬â¢s how he died. I could see beads of sweat dripping down his neck as he bowed and receded without saying a word. A sure sign he was hiding something. You all must be wondering; why would he bow to a nobody like me? Well, thatââ¬â¢s where youââ¬â¢re wrong. I am a nobody, but not in this house. I own every single thing and person that resides here. Theyââ¬â¢re mine. But. To my mom, I was nothing. Just a leech sucking money from her paycheck and food from her fridge. Even after she unexpectedly died, they still follow her commands. Her dead commands. As the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward the bathroom.
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