Malice

• Isabella Caruso, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2013

Breathing hard I open my eyes; I’m in a room surrounded by bodies, the corpses of the dead. I can’t remember anything. Where I am, who I am or why I am in this room, which smells of pure terror and pain. Moving my limbs seems impossible, I feel broken, hopeless. I try to look around, but all I can see are the blood covered walls. It’s so quiet, and I’m so cold, the pieces of clothes that I’m wearing are shredded and bloodied.
My eyes hurt, everywhere hurts. I try to call out but I can’t, my mouth won’t open. I start hitting my foot on the floor, making small thumping sounds. All of a sudden I hear the loud slap of boots against the cold ground, and then a crash as the metal door opens. I still can’t move, so I wait for the person to come to me. Though when she does I want to scream. I close my eyes as my head suddenly feels like it is on fire as I begin to remember everything. I open my eyes again to see her cruel evil face staring down at me. I try to move, to run. But the last sounds I hear before blacking out is her twisted laugh and her mumble “It’s time for you to go Kylie”.
Hours before
I laugh as I look around; Paige’ is smiling her signature smile of joy. Nobody thought that we were running towards our end. Whilst walking through the town, we hear a scream. I tell her it’s probably just a kid having fun. We keep walking but the screams go on, each time sounding more terrifying. I walk faster, ‘Paige come on lets go” I mumble. “Paige” I say again, there’s no response. I turn to see what she’s doing, but she is gone, in her place blood, a long unending trail. I start to yell her name louder and louder but all I hear is silence. As I run back I hear the screams again, but this time their Paige’s.
They get louder the more I run, I suddenly see a house. The sounds are coming from in there. I can’t think straight as I run up the steps and start pounding on the door. It creaks open and I race inside, checking the rooms. I come across one with a steal door, the screams are coming from in there. I kick against the door until it opens; inside is Paige lying on the floor, covered in blood. I step inside and see more bodies, piles of them. I trip and fall as I try to get to her, I start crawling. When I reach her I check her pulse. There is none. I begin to scream and try to get up, get out. But the door slams shut, and I see a face of evil. She has a knife… “How could you?” I scream in anger, she smiles at me and whispers “like this”.