The Fade

• Isabella Townsend, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2022

My world was lit on fire. They say he's crazy but that's not true. Right?

The world did not end in a bang, or even a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time that slowly faded away. They were mine.

My happily ever after slowly faded around me as I tried to reach out to my dissolving world that no-longer existed. After years of making myself a better person, my ending was just tormenting me. Knowing I would fail, time and time again, I would fail.

There was a cold-sharp pain that entered near my spine, a bone chilling wave of realisation passed through me. Only one person was around when came the end. I looked down at my now warm chest. Blood. A pointed end near my heart. I had, quite literally, been backstabbed.
One last sound exited my body.
"CRUZ!"
Then it all went black.

He smiles with blood on his hands, they were right. Now I understand why they lit the match. He is crazy.