Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39014312-20190629100211/@comment-39014312-20190701200723

Monster( my friend helped some)

Keefe shuddered as he stared at the blood covering his hands, as images from his nightmare flashed inside his head.

Sophie turning away

His mother standing there proclaiming she was doing this for him

Tam..

Tam leaving with her.

Keefe hugged himself willing the images to go away, but they wouldn't, each image flashing before him in perfect detail.

Sophie holding Fitz's hand

His father mouthing the words Dissapointment, Failure,.... Worthless.

Guilt clouded his mind, he tried to stop it, tried to make it go away like Sophie told him to. But.. it wouldn't relent.

Suddenly a knock sounded on his door, startling him out of the nightmare.

"What is it?" Keefe croaked, his voice hoarse

His father's voice rang out in the darkness, " Keefe.. I."

Keefe growled, " GO AWAY!"

Keefe waited for what seemed like eternity, before he heard his father's steps going down the stairs. Turning away from the door he felt an urge to draw. Keefe stood up, standing on shaky legs and headed over to his desk. He sat in his chair and immediatly ruflled through his papers searching for a blank piece. A small white paper peeked out from under a book and he snatched it, placing it in front of him. A pencil was on the side and grabbed it, ignoring the sticky feeling from his palms as he gripped it. Then he began to sketch.

A pair of eyes came to view, staring into his soul. He kept going.

As he added more and more into the picture a face came to life. Or perhaps it was without life.

Keefe finished the edges, shading in parts, and making it become real.

Finished, Keefe pulled it out in front of him and gasped, dropping the paper on the ground.

It.. was him. Yet it wasn't

It was his face, his features, but it was cracked.

Cracked like it was pottery, broken, and crumbling. Part of his cheek was missing and everything seemed ready to fall apart at a touch. His eyes were empty like pools of darness.

It was lifeless.

Keefe stumbled away from the picture, trying to get the image out of his head. Tried to push it out but it persited twisting inside him like a worm. He fell against his bed, closing his eyes, hoping that if he did, it would go away.

It didn't.

He crawled backwards onto the bed, hugging his knees against his chest.​​​​​​ He grabbed Mrs.Stinkbottom, thinking maybe the stupid stuffed animal would help. Instead it made everything worse.