Short Story #3 (Fearful)

Laura Nate had been running for what seemed like forever. At last her exhaustion consumed her, and she flung open the first door she could find. Her panicked mood immediately ceased to exist. Quickly, Laura shut the door, and locked it behind her. Calmed down, she took a seat on the purple chair across the room from her. The sunlight pouring through almost seemed to make the chair mold to Laura. Looking around she saw all the basic things needed for a happy teenagers so called home. A TV, bed, dresser, iPod, cell phone, and an overstuffed backpack were all included. But there was just something about the room that seemed to tease her senses. When Laura moved onto the room’s bed, the middle was the softest part, making Laura curl up into a ball. This in turn made Laura feel depressed. Then, when she sat back in the chair, the sun made her smile. Laura had never experienced such intense mood changes, or mood swings for that matter. She was almost able to forget the horrific event that had brought her here. All of a sudden Laura heard the sound of a drill. Laura realized that the drilling was being directed at the door. Next thing she knew the door was flung open and Laura saw the knob of the door had been drilled through. “Hi, Laura”, her enemy that she had been running from said snidely. With a defiant look on her face Laura sarcastically said, “Hello again Jack. What are you doing here? Trying to catch another punch to that pathetic face of yours?” Jack replied with, “No Laura. I’m here to take from you what you want to take from me. Life. Freedom. Dreams. Wishes. Purity. Everything that is wholesome to a person. I hate your life on this earth. There is nothing I want more than see your face go pale Laura. In my eyes, there is absolutely no reason for me to keep you alive. No reason whatsoever. I believe that by me closing this door and killing you there will peace for everyone around you. I’m just sorry it’s taken me so long to carry out my devious plot. So Laura, don’t watch out, just let me take the life that you want to take from me, from you. Just lay on the bed, and I promise that it won’t hurt, unless you want it to hurt.” “You can crawl right into that hole you drilled, through that doorknob, if you think I’m going to let you kill me without a fight”, Laura replied. Jack’s malicious smile glazed over into a death defying gaze of anger as he slipped a knife out from his boot. Charging towards Laura she knew she needed to make a fast move. She flung herself over the bed so that she was directly across from him. “I told you. I’m not going to not fight for my life”, Laura said. Jack decided to copy Laura’s move. Luckily she had a feeling that he would exert his copy cat personality so she dodged into the door, and banged it shut. Again they were directly across from each other except Jack had moved to a place so that there was nothing between them. Laura began to feel like this fight was turning into a dodge ball game which she absolutely hated. Jack then did something unexpected. He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a 44 caliber pistol. Fear immediately raced across Laura’s eyes, and insides. She told herself that this was no time to be a scared woman but that she needed to keep playing the game of dodge ball in order to win her life. She slid over against the dresser which had a big mirror sitting on top. The first bullet was fired, right into the mirror. The sound of the shattered ice hurt her ears, and she felt a sudden pain in her shoulder. At first glance Laura saw a single shard of the hard glass and red beginning to color her white shirt. She told herself not to panic, to just pull it out and keep running out of the bullet’s way. “Just give up the fight Laura”, Jack whispered. “No”, she shot back. His response was also shot back, literally. She jumped over the bed again because he had started to come near once more. This time she landed near the middle sized TV she had spotted when she first had slipped into this room. Laura was at her wits end as to how to get out of this mess. Using every muscle she could muster up she snatched up the TV and hurled it at Jack. He screamed in panic as the TV crashed his way. It landed on his head. The gun and knife flew under the bed as Laura stood in horrified shock. No movement came from her enemy. Laura’s first thought was that she had knocked him unconscious. This was the part where she knew she should run for her life before anything else happened. But before she even began her creative escape she checked Jack’s pulse. Or what was left of his pulse I should say. As she put her finger on his wrist she felt the very last beat that he would ever utter. That was all she could handle so she slipped out the door, and just kept running.